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.