half way
to where i'm going
I turn around.
maybe the oven is on.
the iron
in the basement.
did I lock
the back door,
close the windows.
blow out the candle.
of course all of these things
have been taken care of.
but I feel better
now,
somehow. I take one last
look around
the room,
then pull the door
shut, I begin again
to go where i'm going.
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