Packing toys and terrible things
Into thin black plastic bags.
Throwing them into the sea of bins
A lifetime moved on
Ready to be emptied on Tuesday.
On to something else.
The things that made up the first half
Are distracting from the next.
They made crazy revelations
That never became epiphany
Everything just stopped
Everything is stuck
In super-black bins
Onto something new
Which clothes to keep to smell later?
The jacket she came home in?
The T-shirt from the show we saw?
What things to keep?
The book with her voice in?
Her painted paper?
Nothing at all but thought and love?
But the plane is taking off one-way
But the family that isn’t.
Onto somewhere colder
Throw away everything, all of it
There’s always something under the skin
That will travel, unable to sleep
Like a child in economy trying to play
For attention across the aisle
Until their mother holds them tight.
Onto somewhere lonely