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.
SickyBeat 