MovingA Poem by StormyI have just found out I might be moving, and if we were actually busting out the moving vans, this is how I would feel.Moving I was so tired of what's here I never bothered to think of what would tire me there when they finally agreed to answer my begs and pleads... I found myself crying in the night missing the lamppost that stood by our porch missing the cat that would wander the block missing the friends that were always there missing the things I would never see again missing the things... that I had willingly given. © 2014 StormyAuthor's Note
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