The Last Box

I am saving one box

To be the last box

The last one that I open

And slowly unpack

The last one that I pull apart

And find places for things to go


It’s the box of breakable things

The box of unnecessary things

The box that is the final touch

The collection of knick-knacks

That I have cultivated over the years


When this last box is unpacked

I know I am home

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