end of days

As Sunday begins 

So does the last week in this house

So much happened here, so much was lost, so much was missed, so much was mummy. It was probably the most memorable home I had from the wild number of houses I've lived in. 

It's felt like living in a strange parallel universe ever since Jan 2020, but it seems like it is bound to transcend into even stranger times now.

What will I do without the last home you made? What will I do without the streets we walked on? What will I do without the sea of endless love? 

It's only the last week in this house, yet it feels like the last days of so much more.