I walk into the room
And look around.
Though it is empty of belongings,
It is full of memories.
I will never see these familiar walls
Again,
Yet I do not cry.
I am comforted
By the thought that I will
One day feel the same
Of my new house,
Though far away.
I run my hands over the walls,
Feeling the holes
From where
Tacks once held up posters,
Pictures of friends,
And a few flyers from school.
They are all packed away now…
Ready to be taken away
To my next house
And be mixed with flyers
From my next school
And photos of
My new friends.
I have stopped bothering with thoughts
Of if they’ll like me, and
If my teachers will be nice.
It’s trivial and
Pointless.
I wont be there
Forever.