I wish I could leave things on the shelf,
Let go, move on, and get over myself.
Where I can find them later, should I need them.
Where I can sweep them away, if I'd rather leave them.
I miss you already, and you're not even gone.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.