on packing and leaving a place that you love for someone else's sake.

put all the things back in their place.
dirty papers folding and unfolding once and a while;
i will put them tenderly away for now.
they will see walls someday, i hope.
but for now we must wait,
because i am going away again.


remember when i told you about the old hound dog
and the yard with the grass and the fence?
we'll be heading to a warmer place,
and i will turn away from all these warm faces.

i can't hold onto even this great anchoring place.

throwing away years of trudging,
but i cant throw away these pieces of scrap paper.
you wrote 'i love you' on the back of a picture
and you left it on my pillow.

when is the time when i will pin up all these pages?
the miles will show my age,
and i will feel restless again. i know,
but if i find it, i'm sure it will be like this;
this feeling of forgiveness for all that i've done.

i havent felt that in so long.