AN ARCHIVE OF LEFT-BEHINDS

What is left behind when you move on?
A night sky's maternal embrace.
A newborn's guileless grin.
The validation of girlfriends' giggles.
The bigheartedness of a playground.
The forbearing indulgence of neighbours with TV sets.
The affordability of delights from a neighbourhood market.
The comfort of a collective of mothers knitting winter wear.

Moving on is  seldom about arriving.
It's about rummaging through a dusty archive of left-behinds.