how vain i have become.
all day i worry,
i wonder who is reading now?
i wonder what they have said about me?

i used to scribble down poems
in a tiny leather bound book.
i alone knew of the moments they painted.

and now
and now and now

the whole world can stumble upon
my name
my words
my secret thoughts and feelings

how vain i have become,
waiting with baited breath
for someone to tell me if they approve
or not.

i miss my little leather bound book.

Goodbye to the oven that I learned to bake my first dish.
Goodbye to the old stairs leading up to the dark scary attic.
Goodybye to the shed that held my first and last bike.
Goodbye to the swing set that was used as a pirate ship.
Goodbye old house for I had many memories but it is time that I move on and adventure new places.