Monday, 12 August 2013

Wardrobe

A place where my clothes called home.

When I move them out from it,

it's a significance that spells out the word "goodbye".

Another 14 days,

and I am bidding farewell to Lincoln.

When I return from Ireland,

no longer this flat is my home.

I will come back,

only as a tourist,

only as a guest,

and as a graduate.

It means a lot,

when I said I'm clearing my wardrobe.

This is a day I dread.

Yet,

it is also a day I have to face.
 — feeling sad.

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