It is here,

The day has dawned,

Time has passed,

And the boxes have gone.


Vacant rooms,

That sit forlorn,

Devoid of life,

For the boxes have gone.


The floors are bleached,

The walls are redone,

The windows are shut,

The boxes have gone.


The shelves sit blankly,

Everything else sent on,

We are finally leaving,

To where boxes have gone.


A few days ago,

In the early dawn,

They came and went,

Now the boxes are gone.


The times were golden,

Yet they seem not so long,

But other things lie ahead,

Where the boxes have gone.


As we leave, I look back,

At our past home,

And with so many intangibles,

The boxes have gone.