i’m moving

 

a loofah

jeans

my laptop

cough medicine (just in case)

 

 

                                               for months and months

                                               my life was a symphony of ‘you’re moving’

                                               i was moving.

 

                     empty walls stare back at me

                     sickly

                     barren

 

photos of my friends and family

dances, games, concerts, trips

posters from interests past,

left peeling paint next to pen strokes marking height

 

              the opera house filled with my friends, my family sang louder

              as the days grew closer and closer

 

 

is moving worth it? what if i hate the city? what if i’m homesick?

 

socks

18 years, up and gone

my grad hoodie

18 years, packed into one suitcase

 

masks.

masks.

how many masks do i need?

 

                                                          shoes, my watch, maybe a jacket or two.

                                                          ‘you’re moving’

 

the white and blue house

footprints mark then and

now

now.

 

what else am i missing?

what will i miss?

 

oh and my charger, too!