Chau…

Today I left a house
A place that felt like home
With a pocket filled with diamonds
Tokens from Rome

I left to forget your eyes that never saw me
Your hands that never touched me
To stop asking for the voice you never gave me
To stop wanting your heart that never held me

The land was foreign
The walls were never meant for me
The dishes, the pillows
The art
All meaningless materials
I gave them away to set me free

So I turned the key
And handed it to a stranger
whispering as I kissed his cheek
Be happy

And with the stroke of a pen
I am a nomad, again