This came to me in the shower. okay, that’s a line but truth is this was one of those free-writes that just come to you.
Hope you guys enjoy it.
When all’s said and done,
when all the boxes have been packed up.
in piles on the front porch
waiting for a moving truck
to take them away.
driving on the highway right beside the memories
that cant be packed up and stashed in brown boxes,
to never be unpacked but left in storage
in a storeroom in the basement
of new beginnings.
When all’s been cleared out,
from the unsaid words,
to the tears being let to run freely,
to the uncertainties finally being put to rest,
buried in the backyard of the old yard,
where the carrots and the tulips
used to grow into such beautiful produce.
but which now holds dusty soil
probably as dusty and grim as my soul
feels right now.
When everything is unpacked
bookshelves filled to the ceiling in new places
and cute cutlery in new kitchens,
and fancy wines in big wine glasses,
feelings and a newborn soul
and a heart ready to open up,
or rather take a peep
not really ready to open up the door,
but looking through the peephole
to see what life has to offer.
When all you are is a memory that’s been cleaned up,
scrubbed till the dirty scoff marks are barely there.
i want you to know that
yes, i will be fine.
i unpacked the memories.
And they are as far gone as that old little house
we had by the bakery.