the spaces that define us

When we move    
‍‍‍‍‍we leave behind pieces of ourselves  
for people we'll never meet    
something as simple as a lighter    
and half a pack of firelighters    
on the the wood stove    
   
It tells part of our story    
that we loved the warm    
in the depths of winter    
though it can't paint the picture    
of us dragging the mattress    
into the living room late at night    
on a last minute whim    
to fall asleep infront of the dancing    
heat of the amber light    
   
Standing in the emptied-out space    
of the place that was our home    
I stare past the fireplace    
to the bush outside    
and this is what I think    
I'll miss the most    
the quiet green of this place    
steeped in nature    
   
And I wonder if the next people    
will love it as much as us    
I wonder if they'll love the sounds    
of possums scurrying    
across the roof at night    
and pretend they're the footsteps    
of leprechauns burying gold    
among the rafters    
   
I wonder if they'll stand outside    
to feed the birds    
watch their silly antics    
and learn their personalities    
   
During the depth of my depression    
it was the birds that helped keep    
me alive    
and bring a smile to my darkness    
   
As we stand here with our history    
etched into nothing but our memories    
and the passing of time    
it's sad to leave the past behind    
when this place was so loved    
yet never really appreciated    
until it was time to say goodbye    
   
When we move    
‍‍‍‍‍we leave behind pieces of ourselves    
for people we'll never meet    
   
© Indie Adams 2018