Farewell

A long day has passed, finally in my house,

And I look around at the boxes, my rooms quiet except for squeaks of mouse.

For it's time to go pack up my things,

My clothes, my books, my sheets, nice and pink.

While my phone dings the sounds of goodbye,

I gaze at the place where I found my passion, so young and spry.

And I say farewell, you've been good to me friend.

But I regret to inform you that this is where our journey ends.

You have loved me, every corner and aspect.

Especially when I found my craft in those squares of fabric.

My partner and I, we go together now,

We have to leave you and this entire town.

The city is calling us, and I promise we'll visit

But my home and I have to go now, and all our stuff with it.

I'll miss you, my small bedroom to that tiny beetle,

But I have all the home I need in this sewing needle.

Life is short, and people move on

But what stays forever is the familiar comfort you call home