With the warm glow of a live well lived.
It calls out to me hauntingly, and with love
Inviting me to comfort; to familiarity.
The path ahead, in contrast, is uncharted
Cold and uninviting, like a complete stranger.
My feet move forward, as if under a spell
But the heart, free, looks back at the house.
This is, after all, the ceaseless journey of life.
Of beautiful endings, and uncertain beginnings.
Knowing that the end was written into the start,
And yet foolishly hoping it continues forever.
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