Moving

It starts with boxes.

And it builds.

Loans are settled,

Money is paid.

Room after room,

My old life disappears.

Here come the trucks.

Couches are wrapped,

The house is bare.

Then comes the waiting.

In an empty home,

Hollow and dark;

Echoes of the past.

To escape to a new place.

Strange and cold.

Five nights of sleeping on a couch,

And aching backs and sore muscles.

And new furniture arrives,

White and new and clean.

These days are riddled with

Headaches and sleepless nights.

Then everything stops and settles;

A pensive silence returns.

And thus a new life begins.