Packing at Longvale, & unpacking at where I am now, could be a killer,
especially for a family like mine - Who has a lot of things to keep, & throw.
Anyway, I see how time flies like birds soaring & with the many blinks of our eyes.
It's the third day here at my just-shifted place ;
& soon enough, there will be its fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh to tenth days,
& the list goes on.
Since I've shifted places quite a number of times,
it somehow feels like starting life anew, with the past left behind.
You're not forgotten; it's just that you're at the back of my head.
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