This is what it comes down to
Bubble-wrapped memories,
The last couple of years
Hoarded in bags and boxes too.


As they take away the last one
I stare at the now empty rooms,
Fragments of my life I vacuum
And the knot in my heart tightens.


Moments flash before my eyes
Day after day, home is smiles and sighs,
People and dinners I welcomed
Even bad times, and there were some.


This is it, this is goodbye
The next chapter of life to untie,
A little pinch as I am about to let go
But it is time to open other windows.


I remove my name from the mailbox
Fully aware that it is the final task,
I close the door to the past
Getting new keys for new locks.