Lowbank

I sit here
in my home between homes
on a winter's white afternoon
in the place in between dependency and adulthood
 wishing I could  press pause.
On this moment to catch my breath.
It seems like everything happens
in the twinkling of an eye
and yet,
this life is the longest race we'll ever run.
It is hard to believe that I'll never be able
to come back here again.
I cannot help but feel loss
of something I have not yet lost.
This little apartment,
the warmest home I have known.
And my room the kindest nights
I have been allowed.
I watch the flakes drift down
and wonder where I'll be
for the first snow.