Boxes, boxes everywhere! It’s driving me to drink.
Watching so much being packed up gives me pause to think.
My life is more than I can pack, something I’m glad I know.
To live, to laugh, to love and be loved, and in Christ to grow!
And yet sadness twinges at the edge as I close a chapter
And start another anew. Goodbye, good friend, I’ll see you after!
My friend true has been my flatmate, and now we have to part.
And few will be around to joke and banter after I rip a fart.
Living with my best friend has never yet felt forced.
Maybe that’s why my moving out feels a bit like divorce.


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