In the end
I had to sell the house
It was ours;
He couldn’t bear
For it to be mine

So I scoured the city
End to end
Looking for refuge
Money in my pocket
Just enough

I wouldn’t end up homeless
Shrugging myself
and my things
Into a new place

In the end
I didn’t go very far
I walk past
The same landmarks
From the other direction

Dverse prompt: movement. See also How Walking Saved My Life and An American Story

7 thoughts on “Where you end up

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