patchwork quilt of pieces of that year,

moments and paper

strewn across my carpet,

shadowed by the stains of drinks and

god knows what else.

my frames lie in half disarray,

a mind spanned across what is necessary ,

and what i can live without.

you’ve laid a map,

and it shows good potential;

now is the time to strip it back,

back to the foundations,

to appreciate the little things.

be thankful for all this room held,

all who graced its energy

and helped us grow,

bared that burden.

my mind is strewn across,

waiting for boxes and moving a pile from one side to the other.

waiting for another change.

who will i be by then,

i wonder?