Who

Who do you become, 

when you leave the past 

in neatly packed boxes? 

Whose life is it, 

freed from the receipts, 

playbills, 

pictures that proved 

you were here? 

When your favorite sweater 

warms someone else's shoulders, 

and the bear 

you whispered secrets to 

lays on someone else's bed, 

who do you become?