Moving On

When someone moves out,
moves on from my life
I frantically clean
after they depart
move furniture around
change how rooms look
here and there, big and small,
discard and replace
rearrange my belongings
so they look refreshingly new
vary what I’m doing
so I feel more interesting
to make it look as if I’ve
moved on, too
so when they come back
if they do,
I won’t look stagnant
just because I haven’t gone anywhere.

~ cj 2002.12.12

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