The Clothesline

I packed my things

When you come for me

It will be easy

I bring with me only my finest memories 

And things I want to share with you

When we get home

I will attach myself to you and not let go

I will only leave your side

To fetch small things

Like from across the room

Or from the kitchen

I will stay this way for an amount of time

Until I must tend the clothesline 

Then, our parting will be sweet sorrow again

Because the clothesline takes

A little more than a moment

And I know you will want to watch me

From our window 

Clouds of cotton billow and lift your angel 

Into the sky