here's to the blue and blue

so i pack clothes i rarely wear
into white plastic trash bags

i try to contemplate the impossible task
of shoving all my possessions into my small red car

tears come and go from girls i know too well
we cannot fathom leaving each other for good

so we reflect on the past years
growing up, moving on

another 48 hours of a place so great
though we'd like to stay forever

so i pack my things into old dance bags
or into shoeboxes i saved for this occassion

take down the pictures around my mirror
discover hidden treasures while cleaning drawers

another moving out, another moving on
but this time i'm not coming back.

blech.
i hate this.