I have this coat I wear. It’s heavy. Pulling me down.
Holding it close I wander. Past the towns I once knew. Size fives grow to tens.
The walls that heard everything.
And the people that reflected my whole soul.
The silly games we shared. The pockets we filled. The meals, the shoulders, the hands held tight.
The air after I left tasted sweeter. Full of opportunity that I lapped up.
My coat grew lighter and I held my arms out as I flew. Pulling and grabbing everything.
Head spinning with the new world I spun.
Returning hurts. The air still. Bitter. Tasting of sour pillowcases and snapping sweets in half.
I feel dense. Pockets too heavy for this old life.
Where all time stands still except mine.
Thanks for reading! This piece was inspired by a writing trip I went on with The Writing Squad. We explored the idea of gentrification in London. I wrote this piece back in November last year but so much has happened since then – I got a new job in a new industry and so I just haven’t had time to come back to this blog.
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