It is sad to move away

From a house you always thought you’d stay

Negotiations; financial decisions have been made

Now, it’s time for the present house to fade

Big brown boxes pile up in my room

Their surface closed; entrapping any fumes

Of books, clothing, stuffed animals

Concealing many valuables

My hands constantly fold and refold

Skimming across the clothes’ fabrics; turned cold

From the frost-ridden weather

Puncturing my body through my thin sweater

A couple weeks pass; I know I’d have to leave

To leave friends I’ve known; places I’ve been

But, moving provides new beginnings to thrive again