There were last minute dinner dates
and escapes to my home town,
while it was still so close.
The tail end of work days,
where I stood still to remember
what it felt like to belong there.
Held a sparkler in my hands and
perched on a swing,
while we poured our hearts out on the sand.
Gathered all the memories
that made it Home
and buried them in my packing boxes.
If I wasn't scared of never changing, never growing, never being all that my heart desires, I would have stayed. But while I loved where I was, I love the thought of where I will be even more.