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

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.