Baggage

“Life’s too short babe, time keeps flying, I’m looking for baggage to go with mine”

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I’m not a hoarder,

but trinkets do clutter my room,

and random items

do accumulate in my closets

and corners

much like memories

compile themselves

in the recesses

of my head.

 

People,

experiences-

good,

bad,

meh.

 

Excess Baggage?

 

Maybe.

 

No matter how many times a year I

sweep the cobwebs away

and toss out the useless,

the broken,

the disgusting,

a few always remain:

 

not needed,

but difficult to let go.

 

Maybe next time.

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Posted on October 31, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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