I wanted to go too.
Look around the room, it is all empty.
Nothing in place of what was.
Popped kernels stamped into the dirt worn carpet.
A shoe with its heel crushed down used as a slipper.
The rug that creeps on its own bunched into the corner.
Filth encrusted dishes piled high askance, like an abandoned diner at closing time
The apple cores turning rancid, brown blood molting the sugary flesh .
Black plastic pudding cup perforated with teeth marks from the dog that once lived here.
Look around the room, it is all empty.
I wanted to go too.