Letting Go

A couch,
A computer,
A song.

A couch,
Once a plaid wedding gift,
Used a thousand times
For sleepovers
(thank you hide-away bed).
But now torn,
Broken,
And lacking support.
A piece of furniture that had traveled
Cross-country
From California to here.
The first good-bye.

A computer,
Once the best desktop
And a child's first internet,
First computer games,
First novel.
But now the blue has faded,
The harddrive cluttered.
Though a 10 year warrior,
She cannot keep up with all
The new technology.
The second good-bye.

A song,
One that jogs a memory
Of friends long gone
(or are they?)
And a place that is home.

Or is it?
It isn't anymore,
I must confess.
Home is here,
Where I am now
With the people I have met.

But the thought that makes me cry
Is that soon,
I will leave Home again.