there’s three boxes left in the corner.
all the jewelry taken off the walls.
just full of empty places.
they say theirs no change
and yet all there is is change
so you see you
are a contridiction.
I imagine coming back weathered
and tan in the face
a slow beat and a lighter step.
I expect things.
I expect everything.
I want to take as little with me as possible
what is possible
I’ll love you.