I left the memories in a rubbermaid.
I left my heart in a plastic box.
All of the random memorabilia, saved.
But for what?
It isn't with me.
Always reminding me
how i wished to choose
a different life than this.
But maybe.
I'm not tied down anymore.
By home or it's implications.
There are car loads of information
that i would have never found anywhere else.
But it is my turn to get off the bus and start walking.
I'm walking my own walk, but it still resembles my home walk.
Just not governed by it.
A thought.
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