Boxes #Journey #Divorce #Poetry

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



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