My Leave

I stand in the midst of that desolate place. Once again. The memories have faded. The good and the bad. The ashes remain still, the sand that swept through my fingers. So much time lost on these things. This inferno that has destroyed a part of me. The turmoil that continued afterwards. And I stand here wondering of what is to come. This place is no longer good for me now. Maybe one day it would become more than what it is. It is no longer home. The thought of what is could be kept me here. Yet no more. It is time to move on. Time for me to get up and leave. These things have all come to an end. The desolate place in me is no more.