Another chapter

I promised a photo of my room. That was March

Two months later it couldn't be cleaner.

Slipped the keys into the letterbox.

(They made a satisfying clatter.)

And just like that. Closed another chapter.


Twenty-four weeks.

Six months exactly.


I lived in Kingston.

(Past tense.)


(Just) another place

I once called home.


A keeper of memories.

And secrets.

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