Leaving

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We take one step at a time when we leave

a love, a job, a belief

after spending days, perhaps months, years

dismissing doubts

their presence, ripples in the air

that can be as soft as moths

wings we pretend are only

the ordinary in and out of our breath

clouds against windows

clear, and one day we see our world differently

feel our hands press against that glass

the cold of it flinging us back

one last time

into the heart of a home we have known

where each piece in its usual place

seems rearranged

as if we are already gone

~ Sandy Shreve

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All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves. ~ Amelia Barr