The dumpster outside
is hourly filling
with the former property
of my former neighbor
who for years lived
in the apartment above me
until she stopped.

Now
strangers are clearing
the remains of her belongings
and placing them in the gigantic container
hauled to our location
for the express purpose
of being the final resting place
of all her crap
on the block.

Soon they’ll take
that final resting place
and they’ll send it somewhere else
and they’ll dump it
and it’ll be gone
and forgotten
and life will go on
for some.

Me.
Life will go on for me
I suppose.