Closure

January 28, 2008

She’s cleaning out her closet
Dusting off skeletons
Opening old boxes

She’ll glance over photos
Squinting at faded ticket-stubs
Unfolding once-treasured notes

She thinks about burning it all
But there’s no need for symbolic gestures
Unceremoniously, she’ll toss them in the bin
Amongst elderly mushrooms and kitchen debris
Without a hint of nostalgia she’ll go about her day

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