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S-O-L-D
Mist of the Earth mixed in my eyes and made
The world a blur
As water poured down my cheek and found comfort in my eyelashes
How do you say goodbye to something that was meant to last
Out on the roof, you could see it all
The road where friends drove away
The ditch that would flood
The hill for sledding
And the garden filled with mud
The for-sale sign in the front yard
The words underneath that would tilt the world off its axis and make the skies weep
In bright letters and font the life-altering sorrowful word to take it all
SOLD
A promise to another to take what isn’t disposable
To fix the creaking board in the kitchen
To fill the garden with thorns
And paint everything over in a layer of beige
Have strangers walk in the hallways evaluating the worth
Saying things like ‘this will need to go’
Failing to notice the price of the memories and loss mourned into the walls
And out on the roof is the only place unchanged
The only source of comfort when there is a constant need to getaway
As the shingles become slicker that you feel the need to almost slip, slip away
As the skies roar in discomfort over one four-letter word
Too late now I guess
There’s nothing now to be done
Just take your life and stuff it in the brown paper boxes
Put it into a truck to rot and crust
And hope the rats can find some comfort
And make a home
And nibble and chew to help with the digestion
That the life that was meant to last is gone
The sky starts to shake and yell stomp its feet
But can’t it tell it's too late
‘Should try to go back inside now
The trucks are coming in fast with their sirens blaring
Flying down the road in a hurry
They have places to be
And the lights getting darker now
It’s getting harder to see now
I wish I could close my eyes now
And that the skies could just clear so I could see the sunset
Is that too much to ask
What would it matter anyway though
It's already packed up
And on the road
Watching my life go by in a whirl
And I can see from the truck
As the sky finally gives up
And falls
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A poem I wrote in 8th grade after selling my house. Written January 23, 2020.