and i choose...

One by one

i'm sorting ,

Things that have made my room their home

for the past twelve months.

They've got to go, find a new dwelling

i can't keep them any longer

it's hard to say goodbye

and yet there's no more space and

time isn't on our side...

one has to move on

i choose to say- 'they aren't important anymore'

Well maybe they'll end up in some corner,

in recycling bins,

in charity shops i once frequented,

maybe they'll find a lovely place

to call a home

to be loved and looked after

or even maybe
like me,

they'll continue to wander

in this vast space

i call the world.



People,

what should i do?

individuals that speak,

breathe,

eat,

sleep,

cry,

love...

i choose to think- ' I'll see you again soon,'

yes very soon i will,

but time is not on our side

how long is soon?

Tomorrow i reckon,

maybe hundred years

anything in between now and never...



Noeemo dear, where are you?

I miss you!

Are the sharks giving you a fright?

Where is Shrek tonight?

Are you cuddling the possums?

I'm off llama trekking as the sun goes down tomorrow

but where are you my Cheshire horse, ooo Ro'n

can't you gallop across the Severn?

Are the Leprechauns stopping you on the way?



...and i have to choose
to say

Goodbye!

I am left without a choice.