Sit The Same Way

The life crammed into

This warm room;

Where pictures hold on to a time gone by;

Where random junk can’t be thrown away

For the memories that that linger.

 

These memories,

Must be left in a box and put away;

The laughter and the lonely tears

Must stay here.

This home left behind.

 

The life flows out of

This warm room,

Onto the staircase with worn carpet,

Into the world we thought would sit

The same way forever.

 

These memories,

Must grow up and be torn away;

Must laugh and cry their lonely tears

Somewhere else,

This home left behind.