Heavy

[greenstorm]

The house is quiet. Both Bob and Juggler have left for work. I leave before they come back. There are things I need to do-- pack, pick up a couple of things from the store, sort through some clothing --but I sit here with a heavy ache in me. I've been here too long. I've reattached. Leaving is, again, hard and not merely a homecoming to my other home in Kelowna.

The house is empty, and it's all echoes.

I should go.

Comments

[dunfalach.livejournal.com]

Is that really a bad thing, in the end? Leaving places is always easier than leaving people.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Leaving people is loving-er, which makes up for the sadness.