From the City to the Sea

i visited my old house today.
the old orange bricked house
with the old willow tree in the front garden
amongst the overgrown jungle.
with flowers bursting out of the soil
underneath the window panes.
it was sad to see it there abandoned, unloved.
but it was loved once.
when we were running through the hallways
smiling, laughing, screaming.
cycling up and down the driveway,
falling over,
grazing our kneecaps and crying for mum.

8 years later
and i'm sipping tea from disney cups,
pouring ink across lined paper,
travelling hundreds of miles up and down the country
from the city to the sea.