Some beginnings looks like endings
I stare at bags and boxes
Where you packed up all my things
And left them on my front door
I see the socks you packed that aren't mine
And are too small to be yours
I see the empty space in my bed
All the quiet
And somehow I don't feel empty
Somehow I feel hope
That this is moving on
That I am better for it
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Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
