Moving (on)

Empty boxes now unpacked,

I pretty sure I left with more.

A new house with new memories,

But an old house with bare floors.

 

Still there's promise in the air,

And potential in the frame.

Perhaps here I will thrive,

I know it can't be the same.

 

 

hopemovingnew

◄ A Weed

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