Leaving Home
Because there was no choice
And a better place had to be found
For Your sake and Mine
Old Home, still Ours, and still
I won't recognise You anymore
And I shall not accept
The New Home either
This Scar is deeper than ever
And I know there's no cure
That could heal and repair
What can't exist anymore
So I'll have to bear this Pain
And keep this Wound open wide
In the middle of my Heart
My Home, you're Nowhere now
Still I try to find You again
As if Nothing would have changed
So I'll carry You in my Mind
Like my own Tortoise Shell
Because Memory won't fail
And You will forever stay
With Me, as You were,
Everywhere I go.
(C) Vera da Pozzo
(C) Italy is Mine- and It owes Me a Living
Below: a lovely and friendly tortoise boy called Gizmo, that I met, photographed and cuddled in my favourite Parisian park.
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