Today, my neighbours moved out.
We haven't lived in each other's pockets
but they were good neighbours.
really strange to think that someone else is living the other side of the party wall.
Although I sometimes went weeks without seeing them,
I will miss them, and feel strangely sad that they have moved on.
You get used to people being around
& hearing the sounds of their lives,
the chords from a guitar,
the footsteps and excited voices of the grandchildren,
laughter.
Now we will get used to the symphony of a different family,
playing an unfamiliar tune,
with a refrain that we will take a time to recognise.
['] For my neighbours, old & new,
that they may be really happy in their respective new homes.
