Good-byes and Boxes

My days are filled with good-byes and boxes right now.

And gratitude and guilt.

Grateful for relationships that make good-byes difficult.

Guiltful for boxes that remind me I have too much stuff;

no matter how much I purge, it weighs me down.

There is incongruity in this moving on of mine.

I pack up the stuff that doesn’t really matter all that much,

taking it with me to a new place

where it won’t really matter all that much.

And I leave behind what matters the most.  

How I wish I could abandon the insignificant 

And pack up the people I love,

transporting them into my new life.  

               

Instead I continue to say good-bye to people who matter

And pack boxes with stuff that doesn’t.