[This is a reworking of the first blog post I ever wrote, in prose, on another hosting site, after my divorce and selling of our old house. – Owen]
It’s time to say goodbye, old life – it’s time for me to go…
To notches on the door-frame as we watched our children grow,
To walls that once held shadows from a child’s puppet show,
To unavailing efforts when we try to stem time’s flow
(For life will go the speed it goes, be that speed fast or slow)
To lives we built together here – the one I came to know —
Goodbye, old life. It’s time for me to go.
And now, I take a look around within day’s fading glow,
I loved you, but it’s over now. There’s no more con or pro –
For you are where you need to be; you’re neither friend nor foe.
I close the door and shiver as I feel the cold wind blow,
And think these words, this brief adagio —
Goodbye, old life
It’s time for me