The Box

On the floor there is a box.

The box is open, the lid is laying next to it

I have begun folding and wrapping all of my beautiful things and putting them in this box.

I have moved many times.

This time is not the hardest.

I don't know when I'm going to go, it's not up to me.

But I know that when it's time, I'll be ready to go, much more than last time.

I will slip the lid on the box and put it on a shelf and then I will walk away.

I will be okay.