Thursday, 27 March 2008

In a Box

It is difficult to pack away two years in a box... things collected, memories made, that little life that was mine and is for a few more days. The simplicity, now lost, as I think about what to take and what not to take. The strings of attachment are difficult to untie and I wonder if snapping them isn't a better idea.

Curtains and rugs are no longer furnishings but a sign of something that I created, that were a symbol of a Life that I began alone; things that will now have to be put in new trappings. The wrenching away is almost a physical pain. Boxes are not enough for a lifetime of two years! :(

Sunday, 16 March 2008

A Mnemic

At the Almost End

At the almost end
I'm left speechless.

Too much gone by
In too less a time.

I can't gather all the memories
And I can't leave them behind.

The cocoon is dissolving,
It's threads coming loose.

At the almost end
It's a walk in reverse to the beginning of the road.