things

so much of early
life was spent
in gathering,
collecting all
of the things
that you thought
would give you
pleasure, give
comfort to a
world you were
creating. this
table for instance,
these dishes,
that bed, and
gold watch. there
is art in
the basement that
you had to have,
now stacked
side by side, no
longer hung
on any wall. you
see it all
leaving, being
passed on to
others who will be
taking that same
journey. there is
nothing you will
take with you.