by Jeffrey Parren
My roommate made a simple comment
and yet it has resonated longer
than even I thought it would.
She mentioned that I still haven't unpacked
from the move, and that was September;
steadily approaching a year.
Of all the moves and packing
I've done over the past 6 plus years
the last time I really unpacked
was when I moved in with
that person I thought
I was going to spend eternity with.
Since then, it has been ensuring
a roof was over my head
and the rest was disregarded.
I spent two years sleeping
on a couch and now
for nearly a year
have slept on a mattress
that lays on the floor.
The poorest of sleeping habits
and abilities started
way back in the days of college,
and have translated into
and a brain that won't quit.
The rarest of sleeps,
the ones almost instantaneous
are when I'm cuddled up
next to someone.
It almost seems as if
all the pains and ills
that work and my body provide
are washed away in warm comfort.
So, as I lay down tonight,
or probably after the sun has risen
like always, maybe I can dream
a happy dream, filled with hopes
and fantasies realized that a romantic
like me can't help himself to ponder
during the lonely nights
staring at unpacked boxes
filled with stuff that couldn't
even measure up to a life
I've yet to unpack.
Author's Note: Rubbish.
Posted on 07/11/2012
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