poem 10 2017

more years
lived away
the inflection point
passed years ago
unmarked
no reason to notice
at the time
I still
(even now)
think of it
some ways
as home
despite
when I left
no intention
(kept)
to ever
live there again
I realize
I never
(really)
said
goodbye

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