the boxes
leave
the house. the chairs
and tables,
silverware
and dishes carefully
packed.
the books,
the books,
the books.
the clothes in
bags,
in baskets.
pictures off the wall.
we turn back and stare
at the house
we once loved,
and lived in
together,
then move
in different directions.
we leave
the garden hose.
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