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.