Farewell in Boxes

The last box is taped shut, memories piled high,

whispers of laughter lingering, tucked away nigh.

A note pinned to the fridge, reminders half-fade,

things to be done, a life in parade.

An old key left on the counter, dull and worn,

like the heart that still aches, for the life once born.

Each creak of the floorboards, a ghost in the hall,

yesterday’s dreams echoed in corners, so small.

I close up the curtains, to seal off the light,

a sigh full of wishes that vanish from sight.