You Don't Live Here Anymore...3/15/23

On the boxes she wrote "you don't live here anymore"

 As if those words could erase a lifetime of memories.

 Stacked up in room after room, brown boxes

 of individual emotions imprinted within each box. 

Boxes called bedrooms, bedrooms called homes.

 

 Walking through each room I could feel the emotions

 left like dust on the furniture. Laughter and tears,

 love and anger now hanging like pictures on the wall.

 You don't live here anymore, but once you did.

 The time had come for me to go. 

Touch the walls one more time as I'm walking out the door. 

Taking whatever joy and love with me 

in all those old brown boxes because... 

I don't live here anymore.