I crawl into bed
the last time I will sleep in this house
my room, empty but for the boxes
an open suitcase and my backpack are the only evidence that I live here.

I crawl into bed
in my makeshift jammies, trying to warm up my toes
sit under the under the one light left
and try to realize that my life no longer centers here

I crawl into bed
Not quite ready to rest 
Tomorrow I begin life in a new town
And will try to love it as I have loved here.

I crawl into bed and sleep.