Goodbye Rose Land

Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Farewell leaky, caving ceiling.
I complained about you for eight months.
You did me a huge service by not getting fixed.
Adieu sociopathic, drug-addicted, alcoholic neighbor.
I apologize you didn't get that chance to "kill" me.
So long, loud mufflers---your concerto will be sorely missed
Farewell untied trash bags ravaged all over the street by crows.
This bird must fly.
Adios strange, dead-pet effigy in yard. I never really knew you.
Farewell long-winded highway down the hill. My camera liked you, especially when the sun set like amber ribbons.
Goodbye violent neighbors to my left and above, goodbye.
I sincerely hope it works out with the "baby daddy" thing.
Exit stage left, Double D employees. You served a fine brew and were always kind to me, though I imagine not everyone was kind to you as evidenced by the trail of litter surrounding your workplace.
Take care, Uncle Whorebucks and Auntie Collins,
I will no longer be frequenting any places that you might be at.
À Bientôt, "I'm gonna whip your ass if U don't get in that tub right now"-father. You suck. I hope your daughter gets big enough to beat the crap out of you someday.
Farewell nailsalon patron who lovingly quipped "Sit your ass down before I knock your teeth down your throat" to those 3 kids who were huffing in your monomethacrylate.
Don't forget to write! Tell your two, incredibly beautiful children with piercing eyes that told a sad story, to scratch me a hieroglyphic with one of your claws as soon as they shove it through your eyesocket. So sorry you had to put up with the third kid who "ain't even yawz."
Arrivederci, Scratch-ticket-littered Shopping Plaza. You welcomed me with open arms, a well-stocked liquor store and dreams of "quik piks", but now I must depart. Curtain!
Farewell Slumlady, Karla Lindner who fears "this town is getting overtaken by "Spanish" people, but you'll take their money anyway." Good luck to you and the blockbusting realtor who told you that. I noticed you stopped doing any upkeep as soon as the Others moved in.
Bonne Chance, Fransiscan Sisters legacy across the lot, who onced housed many an orphan, now caging the myriads of ritalian-idled "ADHD/ODD" boys and girls of the Valley. One day you will be free kids.
Adieu, creeky garage door that splintered my hand once--you gave me shelter when I needed it.
Goodnight, hissing radiators spewing soot and silver lead pant all over the floors.
You will have to warm someone else now. Hopefully not a child.
Ciao Bella, big aching structure with shaky gutters and creeking floors. You kept me warm many a night and safe from many an intruder.
I hope you hold up.
I think you will.
I think I will, too.
You have taught me a lot.
You cried, laughed, and cried with me again.
You will not be forgotten.
Farewell, old friend.