Taking time to
look back in
time, and I
find the photographs
of the happiest
year of my life.

And I remember the
people who have moved,
and the others who have
moved on,
and my dog (who’s gone),
and the place I called a
home for
Ten Short Months.

It’s the only place
I really want to go
back to. It’s the
only home I want,
of the handful
that I knew.

Fuck new beginnings.