The first and the last time

The first time was based on the unknown.
Lets try this way,
This might be the place,
Finding new beauty amongst function,
The unfamiliar steps I came to know so well.

The last time didn’t feel like the last time.
It was just one in many,
Home by now,
Yet still that little bit novel.
A love still inside me.

I have to learn to mentally move out,
Physically doing it was so much easier,
Heavy lifting,
Slightly emotional,
Yet not quite real.

I always feel most at home the day before I leave,
Looking into the unknown,
Clinging on to where I am and have been.

But moving on means leaving something behind,
The next chapter only starts when you let it,
Take another leap of faith.

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