Packing

This messy room
Piles of things I shouldn’t have said
Piles of things you wanted to see
But not help me clean up
So now I have to do it.
My needs
My wants
My heart
Everything goes in,
A box marked with your name.

And I can put all the things back
And fill up the box again,
There’s a spot on the shelf
With the others.
The problem is
I’m out of tape.