One box down with another to go
Slowly they pile in rows and rows.
I start to think,
In this brain numbing task,
Of all my life that has come to pass.

I think of faces,
Of all shapes and size.
I think of the ones that have made me laugh and cry.

How life does change
And we must go with the flow,
Because now the boxes are stacked high in multiple rows
And not a single speck is left to show
Of the life that I once had here,
Except for the marks on the walls,
And the memories I will hold dear.
-ALC 06/11/2017