moving

having packed
all of my belongings
into cardboard
boxes and marked
each as to the room
where they should be
set when i arrive
at my next destination.
kitchen, bedroom,
livingroom, etc..
the heaviest boxes
holding the many books
read and kept throughout
the years, i stand in
the hollow rooms and
watch the movers carry
them out. all of my
possessions so neatly
sealed and condensed.
i give the house
the once over before
turning off the lights,
before locking the door
one final time,
before thinking
about the love made,
the loves the lost,
the dog.