We take everything
apart, piece by
piece,
fitting them into
brown boxes,
sealed with
packing tape.
Coffee cups,
books, plates,
curtains, all the trappings
of a life,
piled and stored.
But this isn't
home.
It doesn't matter
where we stay,
as long as we
wake up
and eat
together,
as long as I have
you
to hold.
Taking the nest
apart
will do for now.
Another day
will come
when you will
empty
our nest
when you pack
your bags
and go.
(Oct. 25, 2009)
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