The Night Before My Life Ended

In the light breeze
of a perfect summer day
even the trees wave
their goodbyes.

It’s too bright outside.
I walk the halls of my house
with the lights off.
The better to match how I feel inside.

Packing my life into two-by-six boxes
makes me question the significance
of the structure I have built.
How could something that felt so big
pack up so small?

The devil of time ushers me away.
I can sense every ounce of light
lost in the day.
Everyone says I will be okay.

Their words never fix me.