It’s Not Her Home Anymore.

She packed up her boxes, 
And walked the empty floor, 
She suddenly realised,
It's not her home anymore. 

She thought about the memories, 
She was happy here, she was sure, 
The house she could call home, 
It's not her home anymore. 

She walked down the hallway, 
With one hand on the wall, 
Thinking of the life she'd lived, 
It's not her home anymore.  

She closed the front door, 
Thinking of the life she had before, 
A tear fell to the floor, 
It's not her home anymore. 

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