The piles grew- a lifetime of possessions
in cardboard. We taped my life and you lifted
it into the trunk.
Months of moments, leading to this-
It was something like lead
deep in the pit of my stomach, the second
I turned to you,
the Subaru idling beside me.
There was no language, only a buzzing falling silence-
your arms, my face on your shirt,
and then it was over.
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