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
Poems for Warriors 
Heartbreaking. A source of both good and bad memories, it sounds like.
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Yeah, just another step in the grief and decoupling/individuation processes
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Damn! 💔
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Haha.. thanks?!
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❣️💕
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Just beautiful.
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Thanks!
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hold on to a few of the happier ones if you can
Heart braking poem
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Thanks
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No reason to save ’em, I say.
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Right!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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