The truck idles heavy burdened with what’s mine

The truck idles heavy, burdened with what’s mine,

the walls whisper stories, steeped in light—

dust motes swirl like thoughts in decline,

as I glance back, heart racing in fright.

An empty room, a long shadow stretched,

a silence that fills the space where I stood,

moments packed up, all memories fetched,

goodbyes echo softly, like hopes understood.

Is this just the end or a breath of the new,

I linger a second, the world feels unclear—

but I know in my bones, it’s time to break through,

as my heart lingers, caught between hope and fear.