My belongings forced,
Into bulging luggages,
Sticking out from the sides,
Them, seemingly endless.
I'm packing....
My emotions concealed,
In wooden crates and boxes,
Locked up so neatly,
All so damned precious.
I'm packing....
Back on the road,
With sighs and groans,
Leaving this place,
This, I've always called 'Home'.
I'm packing....
I'll be gone for now,
But not for that long,
My life it stays here,
Here, is where it belongs.
I'm packing....
Signing off:
Nickel Low CJ
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