Wearing an Old New Suit

 

The boxes lined up in the hallway

front to back

they

stood at attention

waiting

waiting

waiting for the call, the time

to be right.

I moved today

yesterday really, kind of

tomorrow

too.

Never ending I think, never

again

I hope.

I am back in a house I left as

a different man

as

a different idea.

The boxes will never

ever

ever

unpack themselves.

I found a suit while

packing

moving

worrying…

It was in a box that was labeled something

else and the suit

was new…

once.

The house I am living in again

the stairs

the floor

the windows and the

air…

I am wearing that suit

again…but…

I will never

be that

man.

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