There are memories worth keeping; and other memories worthy of letting go…
Under my bed,
I saw this little shoebox.
Inside were memories–
-greeting cards, pictures, letters…
for a while myself was drowned
with recollections,
back to where I was
20 years ago…
Two decades past,
and this little box still kept
those kind words, all sorts of expression,
promises of long-kept friendships, affection,
love…
Last night, without much deliberation
I decided to condense them all
to ashes.
Finally, discharged.
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