going through boxes of our past
memories fall out
strewn across the floor
through my hands
photographs and mementos
no longer hold any meaning
a lack of feeling pervades
my state of mind
there was something there
before and now
boxes on the curb
taken away with last night’s pizza box
© 2020 Jason A. Muckley
Heartbreaking. A source of both good and bad memories, it sounds like.
Yeah, just another step in the grief and decoupling/individuation processes
Damn! 💔
Haha.. thanks?!
❣️💕
Just beautiful.
Thanks!
hold on to a few of the happier ones if you can
Heart braking poem
Thanks
No reason to save ’em, I say.
Right!
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