All my boxes
are packed.
My little life.
Taped down.
In disarray.
This house.
Full of memories.
The saddest of things,
taking my breath away.
I sleep light.
Claw at the duvet.
Sit then stand.
A four in the morning summit.
A scene in my coffee cup.
I glance in the mirror.
Not long ago.
I did not know this man.
The one reflecting right here.
Such a troubled mind then.
The things I did to you.
I stumbled and we both fell.
I can now help you off your knees.
These new moments.
Will be all that matters.