Thursday, October 17, 2013

Moving Out

The carton seems as if it has gorged
On all my feelings,dreams and my moments alone.
As I struggle to duct tape it
A few whispers escape
Hey.. remember the time you looked around
And thought this was home sweet home?

We won't make it easy for you!
Sung someone in a naughty voice
Shed a tear or two
Or else we won't lighten your burden!

Sighing..I sat down for a while
And stopped avoiding the rush of feelings
I was afraid to acknowledge.

I looked around.
The walls smiled back at me.
They were the canvas of my thoughts
The floor nudged me gently
It was squeaky clean today
And not littered.

The empty cupboards still hung on
To the fragrance of my clothes.
Let me be,it said
I am slow at letting go.

The curtain less windows
Looked naked and skeletal.
They looked at me accusingly.

Breathing in my last afternoon
I tried to capture everything
Eyes frantically trying to keep up with my mind.

Here is where I used to sit and have dinner.
Here I used to relax ,reading a book.
I stubbed my toe here many times.
And here was where I first made love.

I caress the walls one last time
Scrunch my toes on the floor
Look around the now empty home
Feeling its warmth once more.

It is uncomfortable
Like letting go of well worn clothes
For new, crisp ones.
It sure is uncomfortable
But everything eventually
Always falls back to place.