Boxes of things

As we
start
to go
through
the boxes
of things
I realize
its hard
for you.
Its hard
to go
through
your attachments
and try
to detach.
I was struggling
as well,
but making
myself
let go
seemed to
be easier
for me.
You were sitting
on a pile
of boxes
in the hallway.
As I came
out of
the storage
unit I looked
at you.
Your face
seemed
so defeated.
It must
be hard
to be old.
Lose your
independence
and have
to weed
through
things.
This will be
the 6th time
your personal
things have
been boxed
up and
sorted
through.
Put into piles
and
given away.
I sat down
next to
you and we
just looked
in the storage
unit.
No words
were spoken.
There was
really
no need.
We have
done this
many times.
So we just sat
looking
at these
things.
You got up
silently
and started
to sort through
the boxes.
I followed.
I put
a hat in
the charity pile.
You picked
it
up and handed
it back to me.
Do not give
that hat away,
you said.
Do you like
it on me?
I asked.
Yes, you smiled
gently.
You bought
it the day
you found
yourself
and that makes
me smile.
I put the hat
on my head
and
we started
laughing
and we continued
to go through
the
Boxes
of things
that should
have no
meaning,
but they
do.