cough medicine (just in case)
for months and months
my life was a symphony of ‘you’re moving’
i was moving.
empty walls stare back at me
photos of my friends and family
dances, games, concerts, trips
posters from interests past,
left peeling paint next to pen strokes marking height
the opera house filled with my friends, my family sang louder
as the days grew closer and closer
is moving worth it? what if i hate the city? what if i’m homesick?
18 years, up and gone
my grad hoodie
18 years, packed into one suitcase
how many masks do i need?
shoes, my watch, maybe a jacket or two.
the white and blue house
footprints mark then and
what else am i missing?
what will i miss?
oh and my charger, too!