Leaving Home, a poem

SHE’S LEAVING HOME (Bye, bye)

Living my dream of leaving home,
believing doors that swung so wide
beckoned to my aging bones
with sun and warm and clear blue sky.

Grieving all I left behind,
searching for the energy
to make this new place mine
and drain the part inside of me
that sloshes still,
reminding me against my will
the joy of running in the rain
and raindrops on the windowpane.

Yet I glory in the light,
sunbaked and barefoot in the spring.
Changing, changing everything –
changing everything but me.