Moving On.

Paint black
The truck backs
Up the driveway
Paved in goodbyes. Wave
And watch them
Pack it all in
One box of happiness
Seven of bundled mess

They will sort it out
In the drier,on the line
Home will move with them in time
She couldn't turn away
So much to speak to little to say
So the truck backs
Up the driveway

See the strange way
Even blackbirds line
Sleek, uncompromised
Taking notes? Perhaps
Or watching all those cracks
Seep in their smiles
Wave final goodbye
In miles
She turns on her heels,
A dying, spinning wheel
As tires creak
And moving trucks creep
Slowly up the driveway.