If I Move and Start Again
If I move, and pack all my things into cardboard boxes
Leave my old Ikea dresser in the back corner of my Montréal studio apartment
Give my bike to a friend, and sell the rest
Buy a one way ticket to California, carrying all my possessions between two suitcases with broken wheels
Make new friends, and find a new lover
Settle into a new apartment
Find a new place to buy a cappuccino, and roses
Visit home far less then I would hope to
Draw a clear division between then and now, before and after
At what point do I lose who I was, and become who I was meant to be?
At what point did I start again?