Ghosts of my past, they lurk here.
This place that used to feel like home.
This place where I laughed, cried, prayed.
I took the same route to school every day,
Through the same entrance gate,
Saw the same friends,
Practiced on the same courts,
Swam in the same pools.
I built a life.
Then, sounds of packing tape and cardboard.
A last day in this life, the gloom of the last day hanging over my head.
Meaningless goodbyes and a night unfulfilled in a once-fulfilling life.
That life fades into the rearview.
Ghosts remain, but only of my memories.