Moving Soon

I’m packing up boxes, I just can’t live in this space anymore. All the things I’ve gathered for months need to be organized by date and put away in a safe place. I’m not sure of my destination, but the road only goes two ways. One direction allows me to take everything with me, the other requires that I leave almost everything behind. The final say is not in my power, so I must be prepared for either way that might be given to me.

One box holds the times she’s laughed. Another holds the movies we’ve seen together. Everything I’ve written to and about her fills one box. One box holds the times I’ve seen her smile.

“Handle with care” is on the side of a box that holds the times she’s touched me. “Top Secret” marks the things that she’s told me that I will never speak of nor forget. “Precious contents” is written on the box that holds the song we wrote together. “Do not discard” contains the time she slept while I sang to her…I don’t know if I could ever leave that one behind.

Every box has a memory, a little peice of me that exists because of her. Sooner or later, I’ll have to find out if I can keep them, or if I’ll have to leave them behind…

I guess I’ll be moving soon.

Peace and Love Mikey