I had to pack my life away

In little boxes.

What was once cohesive has been

Split apart and categorized. 

 

It's just a bedroom when you

Put it in those little boxes.

Ordinary, common, necessary.

Before the boxes, the bedroom

Held more than my bed and my clothes.

All the books, snacks, messes, memories.

Before the boxes. 

 

And it's just a living room when you

Put it in those little boxes.

A place for all your excess furniture to go.

But those little boxes

Can't hold the memories.

The laughs, the fights, the long nights.

Left behind.

They can't fit in those little boxes.