I’ve been renovating
my thoughts
cleaning out
cobwebbed corners
and cluttered intentions
taking time to reconsider,

Tossing out the odd box
of my memories
of how she was
Wondering why
I’d kept them
all of these years
like treasures, unclaimed

Her photo, faded
and torn about the edges
never looking like the first time
nor feeling like the last time

Some might have thrown
old memories out
long before
the clutter began

Taking up too much space
from the present
making me miss her
just like before

Those many years before,
when I kept her memory



Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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