It's funny, how a majority of my life fits into
twelve bankers boxes. (by estimate)
That I can fit the rest of my belongings in the back
of a Caravan (with hope)
Move to a new house, placed at the old.
Then start all again.
I'm really gonna miss the cats.
Bootsie is all snuggled up to me
at this very moment.
Cookie slept right above my head
on the couch, she was there when I
finally passed out, and woke me up.
I've hope that I wont continute
to look back in anger forever,
and I wish you the best.
But it's been too soon since,
to bury
a long time before.
