i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

that in going home i will be going to a new home,

one that has no traces of you.

i won't even get to say goodbye to the corners you loved to lie in.

or the place in front of the glass door you'd sit to get warm.

there will be no thumping down staircases that echo still of the clicking of your nails,

and no circuits around the living room with exciting romps.

i still miss you dearest,

and the way you'd raise an eyebrow.

time is too cruel.