My bookshelves are all empty,
The kitchen cupboards lie bare.
Even the bed is dismantled-
There are dust flakes swirling in the air.
I’m tuckered and stressed because
Of all the clutter and mess.
I squeeze my Hubby’s hand; my heart’s
Feelings way too complex to express.
Chaos ensues when the men
Arrive and empty the place.
I watch my home become a house –
A structure with walls and vacant space.
I pick up my purse and release a deep sigh,
I turn off the lights and whisper good-bye.
I was inspired to write this poem to introduce the reason why I’m taking a break from writing. I’m moving – not my website – just my home. I will return in a few months. Hopefully I’ll be all cozy and settled in my new place by then.