Through The Past

It’s easy to go through old clothes in a storage locker

When they’re all too small,

Two years later.

I have no regrets,

Not being that girl

Who had no hunger for life.

I don’t know when the separation happened

When I stopped feeling,

like she was a piece of me

Like I had room for her to make decisions.

I have a room for her memories,

As alive as an inoculation against Covid 19.

Now I am inoculated, against both,

But I am never so pompous, as to brush it aside, to forget.

I will always keep a few reminders,

to stumble upon,

with each life change.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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