Goodbye Room

A leaving poem

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Goodbye room, this is the last night I’ll spend with you.

It’s a strange feeling, hard to put into words.

I’m looking at the nails on the blank wall, now that all the paintings are gone. I’m looking at empty cabinets that used to be filled with parts of my life.

I don’t feel sad, I feel a sense of voidness. I no longer have you as a safe space, as a lighthouse, I’m a bit lost now. When you go, everything and everyone else here will go. It will all just be memories. Leaving you means facing the end of this chapter of my life. And endings always suck. I wasn’t ready for it yet, the last three years have gone by too fast.

Every object I put in the boxes is like removing a brick from a beautiful, stable building. Now that the bricks are gone, it’s not so stable anymore. It’s all so blank and spacious. I feel suffocated by all this space, it’s cold. I don’t even recognize you.

My hometown is not my home anymore, I left long ago. But now you won’t be my home either. I don’t have one, now.