I came across these the other day cleaning out my desk ,
3 small boxes that contain a million memories.
It’s pretty amazing how life works.
how something, Once so real,
could now feel like it never existed…
Kevin calls its skeleton lamping.
Wheres I used to sing ,
“Reclamation would be beautiful ”
I now whisper
I’m not mad or angry about anything that’s happened.
I will say though.
I miss her very much.