Chloe doesn’t live here
Anymore.
And when she comes to visit,
It will be strange.
The dogs stopped sniffing
Outside her bedroom door
I keep it closed and clean
No towels on the floor
At first I missed her
Morning smile
The sleepy hair still wet from
Last night’s shower.
Holding a small dog
To her shoulder
She looked a child
No older.
But then I saw the smile
on her face again
A photo sent by text
But still.
A picture tells a thousand words, they say
Content. Comfortable. In college.
Her new home.
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