For the first time in my life I'm hearing the echoes of the past in an empty house. Almost empty.
The first to be taken away, visible signs of the past, were the family photos. Definitely not leaving behind.
Moving to a smaller home, means less walls, so the artwork had to be brutally torn away.
I gave some away but could not separate myself from others; it will still be too much!
The house started echoing as soon as the walls became bare; barely audible whispers that only I could hear.
Sentimental decorative furnishings started disappearing, given to a special friend; only the very special essential pieces were kept.
It hit me out the blue: "you're really leaving!" But, it is time.
I'm tired of living so far from my family, and life is passing me by.
The echoes started when the most important part of me, the one I chose to share my life with, was taken away.
You manage to live without that, but miss having the best echo of them all. People say you need to 'talk' to your departed ones. Yes, I do at times. It's not enough, you need a response.
I'm half asleep here among the emptiness but thought a visit here would clear my mind.
Two more days and nights of echoes and I'll be gone to start a brand new life, one that will not be filled with too many echoes.
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