It is a hard thing,
to turn around and walk away,
to continue forward motion
as my mind's eye watches things crumble.
It is especially hard
because I have known the stories
behind every brick, plank, and stone.
These are my pathways, our home.
The tide has turned
and I am told it is time to go.
Despite my hesitation, still
I am certain, I can do no more.
To this journey I have withheld nothing,
with patient hands my heart invested.
If this labor of mine cannot hold the future
then alas, my sorry steps have surely tried.
18 March 2012
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