leaving it all behind

you reach

an age at some point,

where

you start to think about what

you're going

to leave behind,

and who to give it too.

you look up

a temp plate for a will

and print it off.

there's so much that you've

accumulated

over the long

stretch of your life.

money

and things,

furniture, cars, books and

clothes.

you can imagine people,

strangers,

walking

through your house after

you've gone

and picking through things.

carrying out

chairs

and books.

calling dibs on the artwork,

or a pair of brand

new shoes,

unworn.