We decided to go back to Connecticut.  

Why we did, I still don’t know.  We drove through the night,

all eleven hours from 6 to 5 o’clock.

We decided to visit Connecticut

to visit our old childhood friends.  At first I was excited

then quickly realized, I wasn’t really invited.  That’s when

the fun came to an end.

We decided to stay in Connecticut,

for at least a week.  I wanted to leave, I wanted to go; but my mom said I had to

take advantage of this time-it may be my last.  

I decided I hate Connecticut.  

It reminds me of good days and love.  The

brisk autumn mornings, the towns, and the bus ride to school,

I remember the evening-they told us we were leaving and

I thought I’d be able to stay.  

I decided to go away from Connecticut.  

It’s been two years now, yet it feels like forever.

 I’d like to say I regret it but I don’t want to forget it.  

The feeling I feel when I say I don’t miss it.  

We’re never going back to Connecticut.  

We are done.  We’ve moved.  It’s over.

We won’t be here forever either but each house is

a new place to start.  I don’t love it here either,

but that doesn’t matter,

I’ll be out before I lose my heart.