Another fall. Another phone call. Worry.
Another set of plans gone awry.
Another chance to do what's right.
Another mess to efficiently clean up.
A house to box up, sell.
Another move to a new place,
to start over at the end.
Dismantling and rearranging lives already lived
never gets any easier; less heartbreaking.
And yet, when given the options,
moving, starting over at the end
is better than hearing, "They're gone."
Because of love, the move's orchestrated,
the worries lessen a bit more.
Others care and monitor, feed, bathe.
And all that's left to do
is love until the last move.