The Moving Company

Past words and faded sounds,

withered shades of furniture,

darker wall dye of past time tableaux,

chilled thermal prints of former bodies

moving in retakes

back and forth

between ghost chairs and ghost tables,

ghost beds and ghost mirrors,

all these could not be loaded in trucks

by the moving company

that came to free up the apartment

where we lived

our best days

with love and laughs,

with long embraces or short cuddles,

with quickly cooked spaghetti,

and homemade ice cream,

with the barks of our happy dog,

and the purrs of the grumpy cat,

oh, all these could not be loaded

by the moving company.

These walls will always nestle

our happiest days,

our youth,

our breaths.

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