Between Two

Everything falls into place
As I begin to pack up this space
And go at my own pace.
I drag things downstairs and put
Them in a closet I will return to
At a later date. The stuff I need
The least goes first. Doing this 3xs
In one year has made me an expert
At knowing what I don’t need now
But can’t bear to part with.
One day I may need this,
Or so I believe.
Oh the lies I tell to hold
Onto things I no longer need.