Transporting Fragile Materials

Today was the day to dispossess all the possessions in her room.
I take measurement after measurement, only making things ghostlier.

She was never one for order, or for keeping stuff in one place, holding 
on to these impressions until thinkings end, and the lights went out.

Preserving this was her joy, all these fragile materials
she held on to and so dearly archived in blue binders.

I thought I heard her muffled scream, her endless chatter, 
floating amongst the still good coupons, the fresh vinegars.

I said a prayer of praise and lament, wished her fair winds and 
calm seas, until she reached the place she always wanted to be.