Everything packed and boxed
My bed back in its bag
The last day, just like the first
But everything shows so much wear
Most of all me
This place, for so long
Has been mine
But as everything so slowly
Finds itself packed
This place is no longer home
In flux, Neither living here
Nor moved in there
Empty and lonesome
I find myself lost
Without having left
The walls, suddenly bare
Bulging bags fill the room
The last day, just like the first
And as I shut the door on my past
Part of me stays behind







Devious Comments
Last line, first stanza "Most of all...me" Sets you apart from the whole things
Last stanza, second line "Bulging bags, fill the room" It follows the the lines by it.
Just some ideas. It's fine the way it is. Just tweaks.
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