Packing Poem by Maya Hanson

I am on top of the world
and then packing up this little room
without warning
I speed down the slope,
I don't want to count down the days
but that's all I'm ever doing.

I count by tears,
by memories and 3ams,
by your heartbeats when I don't want to move.

I count by unavoidable smiles,
by wishing and bad decisions I still don't regret,
by sevens and by everything you love.

When I break I need to push you away,
please,
I've already crumbled
too much in your hands.

Nothing will never be close enough as right down the hallway.

Every little corner smells like you.
This feels like I am folding up all your little pieces
and when I leave so soon
they are tearing me from you.

Every little corner smells like you.
This feels like I am folding up all your little pieces
and bringing them home.