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By Camelia Lissenhold Date: 2010 May 29 Comment on this Work [[2010.05.29.02.57.4828]] |
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U-Haul rental centers. Where to start? Years ago, there was the time the truck broke down Before you even left town When we were young and engaged and full of hope. And many years after that, that other time, the time when we - We being another you, but the same me Bought boxes upon boxes To fit your old life into something that could be covered with tape And moved across the country So reluctant were you to part with it, and so desperate was I to have you. But before all of this, there was that time When my father literally refused to leave the U-Haul office Instigating a full-on sit-in of other parents of graduating seniors Demanding that U-Haul provide the trucks that were promised. So that we could move on. Literally. It was the start of a new life back then, but one that was not yet mine - I still wasn't fighting my own battles. And then there was today, when I dropped you off, dear friend, To pick up a truck and more boxes To move out of your apartment down the street And on to Africa and then to Boston And I got a little teary, and I couldn't leave without giving you one last hug In front of everyone, while you stood in the big line. Cause that's the thing about U-Haul centers. There's never any faking it there. Turning points are no longer theoretical And sweat, dust, stress and the smell of corrugated cardboard Are a poor and shoddy cover For something that might only be called Love. |