The young one
says goodbye to the living room shelf units
as if losing an old friend.
“Why?” he asks,
with all his heart,
“do we have to get rid of them?”
“Because we’ve had them twenty years,”
I want to say.
“Because I’m tired of the same old big, bulky shelves.”
I feel a sigh billowing up inside me.
“It’s just time for a change.”
But I say nothing.
I watch him dust each shelf carefully.
The new owners
are on their way,
if they’ve found the right crossroads.
It won’t be long now.
that have sat immobile all his life,
are moving on.
“I’ll miss you,” he says
when he doesn’t think I’m listening.
I’m right there beside him,
my whole soul knowing
how hard it is
to say goodbye.