I don’t want to leave.
But leaving is
part of living.
A visit to my
childhood home,
means leaving my
current home.
Not a permanent
leaving, only a
temporary absence.
But that visit,
sweet as it may be,
adds to my collection
of memories.
An album already full
to overflowing.
That’s the beauty
and the heartache.
A lingering hug
that says Stay awhile–
No way of knowing when
we will have another.
Piano Girl 
Glad you get to visit. I will never have another.
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I’m sorry, Mary. There’s never enough time.
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I love this, Kelley. Sometimes, goodbyes are when I realize how much someone or someplace meant to me.
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Agreed. Thank you, Ali. ❤️
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