Moving Day

Never made a clean getaway

Always left hairs in the sink

And unvacuumed spider carcasses

Under the bed


Never made it past the driveway

Without smearing a tear through mascara

Or remembering my coffee cup

Left on the kitchen table


Never forgot anything

That I couldn’t ship or live without

The stuff is only so important anyway

And memories don’t weigh much



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