Moving Out
April 2, 2023
Twenty-six picture frames
Won’t all fit inside this box
Now I get to play this game
Which memories will be lost?
Should I lose the corn maze
With a friend I no longer know,
Or the remnants of a summer haze
When my world was still aglow
Shall I lose the first team I had
I kept in touch with eleven, then five, now one
Or perhaps I’ll lose people I met once
And whose paths now parallel mine.
Maybe I should lose feeling carefree
With someone who didn’t feel the same about me
Or maybe it’s better to forget
Someone who I still kind of regret
But no, what about losing the marathon
Where I pushed myself to the brink
Or the years when I tried to conform
Before I knew what that meant
What about the first trip I took via plane
With friends who’ll probably forget my name
I don’t know how I’m expected to decide
Which memories get to hitch a ride
Into the next chapter
And which memories get to now rest
After years of pushing me
To be my best
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