Ephemeral Possessions

The final evening, and it is time to inspect, then re-inspect, every drawer and the closet’s darkest recesses, ensuring nothing of mine remains, no trace for the cleaning lady to find come tomorrow, and discard into the bin beneath the table, mingling with the rest of the refuse.

It is easy to overlook the fact that one day, all that I possess, will be left behind, to be disbursed, scattered or discarded.