moving day all over again
we were sitting on the balcony
sipping tea and pretending to be happy
while down below piles of possessions
systematically moved from outside the
house and into a rented step van
who’s the guy with the tattoo sleeve I ask
oh that’s Billy she says
he tends bar and does stand-up
right I say without looking up
loving one instagram after the next
refreshing our glasses I wondered if she
had remembered to pack those
forgotten memories
or did she purposely leave them behind
perhaps inside a weightless shoebox
stashed high upon a shelf
or wrapped inside a linen cloth
hidden below a wooden floor board
september two thousand fifteen
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Such sadness conveyed. “we were sitting on the balcony
sipping tea and pretending to be happy” horrible to contemplate how many go through their lives this way.
So true, Melanie – too many just going through the motions when there is limited time to make life worthwhile.