Goob-bye and boxes

I said good-bye

So long ago

Walked away

Never looked back

Never regretted it

 

So why

Is saying

Good-bye now

So hard

So different

 

It’s still not forever

At least not yet

But it’s feeling

More and more

Like forever

 

With every box

One more packed

Little less left

Closing each one

Gets harder

 

Thru all the changes

Ups and downs

Rights and wrongs

This never changed

It was always waiting

 

It’s never easy

To say good-bye

To the stayble

In this changing world

We don’t want to

 

A floor covered in boxes

A bed covered with things

Empty walls

Empty drawers

Feels like I am too

 

Things have no home

Feel I don’t either

 

But one door closing

Means one opening

                Somewhere

 

Reviews

[Soul Fire]

Very well written.You expressed your emotions very well.Packing is more than putting your stuff and belongings in boxes and moving them away.Its your entire life right infront of you and everything that's ever happened to.you in your life and now you have to decide whether to keep it or let it go....

[Sunset Girl]

Yes, and it's letting go that is sometimes too hard. And, you're right it's much more than just packing boxes.

[Soul Fire]

Yes ,indeed.Packing is an emotional,mental,physical and spiritual process

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:: hmmm... i don't know where to begin... because reading this poem was an intense experience for me... i'm still a bit overwhelmed... :: i learnt this lesson the hard way... but i did learn it... i learnt to embrace the fact that opportunity is sometimes born in difficult situations... :: when i went through a similar experience, i didn't even get to say goodbye... it was a communication break down of sorts... and it seemed like the worst thing that could've happened at the time... but today... more than two years later... it nearly feels like that was the best possible thing that happened to me... :: it was a very oppressive friendship... though the person and i claimed we were best friends... she was on this site too... because of me... but i'm glad she's gone and it's over... :: i loved the title of this piece... i love how it unraveled... bit by bit... and i loved the closing especially... :: very philosophical poetry... just the kind of poetry i love to read... and it's great to read you again, dear J. ...

[Sunset Girl]

Thank you and I'm glad you enoyed it. It was hard to pack when I moved out of my parents house after high school, but it was the excited hard; the house was still there, even if my room wasn't completely "mine" anymore it was still there; now they are thinking of selling and I had to really pack up everything still left. I laugh because that's what I got to do the weekend of my 10 year class union.

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:: haha... oh gosh... that must've been a crazy experience... thank you for sharing that... :: in my case, i had to suddenly leave another city... and i had to give away furniture and stuff... it was crazy... i was flying back to the city i live in now... and i could only carry two suitcases... i left behind two cartons full of books... and then i had to send someone almost ten months later to get them... there was utter chaos... but i'm happy... i'm lighter now... i have less stuff... :P