with the best intentions we sort things out

the occasion or motivation could be a move, death or split

we determine what needs to go and what’s to be kept

we cram it in a box and that’s the end of it

stacked in a basement, attic or closet we bid them goodnight

shut the door

life doesn’t stop when there are bumps in the road and if they aren’t revisited soon, rarely do they ever get another visit at all

the old folks die and leave their stash, some of it is re-boxed and a little finds the trash

the cycle begins all over again because we are afraid to let go of the past

should be enough keepsakes stored in ones’ heart to bring back memories after a loved one departs

but we are determined to keep a momento from everyone that has passed

and if we live long enough our house is a mess

so we get some more boxes and clean-out the lot and leave the task for someone else to figure out

boxes are usually coffins