After locking the windows and doors
giving the temporary ownership
of our house
to the thick, solid, frozen darkness
with bowed heads we
slowly moved to the taxi
waiting outside.
Like a lover turning back waving his
hands to his dear with
a lump in his throat
we too waved our hands
toward the house with tears
flowing down our faces.
The house stood like an orphan
deserted by his loved ones.
After a prolonged journey
to the distant city
we knew not when would
we return to the deserted house
open the doors and windows
evacuate the darkness
to let warm winds and
bright light at least for a while,
only to wave our
hands toward the
orphaned house once in a while
till we become permanent
city dwellers.
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