it went well you didn t have to do it all by yourself some friends came over and helped a hand truck a friend with a van and you re moving out again remembering when you first came it s crazy these streets look the same they looked different when they were strange and it s always weird to erase every personal trace from a place you called home for a while and see all that you own in a pile a place that had become a friend to return it to how it had been to be friends with whomever moves in and you stick around after all the boxes are down the fridge is empty just one ice tray and you swept and mopped more today than the entire time that you stayed it s a shame you now have to leave the place is actually nice when it s clean it wasn t hard mopping the floor why didn t you ever do that before now the van is down on the corner and you ve done everything that you re gonna there s some pennies and dust on that shelf but the landlord can clean it herself and you re not sure but you re going to claim the blinds were busted like that when you came man so existential in that room so existential with that broom cause the room looks the same except there s no life left and you start thinking about death when you die will it be the same no more thoughts decorating your brain an empty space for the world to reclaim you re on the verge of thinking something deep then you hear the van give the beep then you take one last look around to make sure then you take one last walk out the door and you ll never again see the angle of the street you saw from that window you take the key out of your pocket you close the front door and you lock it drop the key back through the slot sure hope there s nothing you forgot