This probably comes from finally having begun cleaning out my childhood bedroom.
I’m moving to Canada today,
To room with a friend who has been
Waiting for me up there,
For some time.
There’s a pool in our new complex, so
I take care to pack bathing suits,
I find comforting, reminders
Of this old home. My books
Are harder, too heavy to take many
With me, so I begin to stack them in piles
And move through them slowly,
Missing their thick spines