Things Discarded

my friend is awake we watch snow melt as it falls on the concrete outside. "well, another season" is what he says. they come and go here - he will be gone by the end of the year. i am sad that the snow melts so quickly on the concrete. it lasts longer on grass, but i do not see much of that. "roll up!" they tell me. god damnit. i gather my things and put them into two mesh laundry bags. i try to ignore a tightness in my chest and uneasiness in my joints. they need the space for someone else. they do not tell me to where i am being sent and i try to convince myself that it does not matter.