and still
a question in my head,
what will happen to
all of my things?

the books i've bought
for 80 cents or 20 dollars,
the ones i've read and the ones
i haven't

my collection of small
and not so small
creatures

the clothes i've worn
a thousand times
or once

my shoes
boots
high heels

my pillow and sheets
my phone charger and
my headphones

all of our pictures

not even the important things

i know i'd like to burn,
in a dream of blue and
orange
lighting the way,

but what will happen to all of them,
the things that possess me?
all the things bought and
received,
the things put together,
the things that belong on my floor.