For five years
to the very day
these walls and floors
the halls and doors
have held our
lives,
our laughter
tears and sighs
and let us be
together.
We picked what
we didn't plant and felt
the prayers of the faithful
(sweet Mary Louise)
under our feet.
We dreamed.
Now we'll pack
and sweat and strip it
back to the bones,
shift and scuttle,
hermit crabs to our
next shell:
thankful.
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