I've started to
look at old relationships
as grave markers, abandoned
sarajevo roses trampled upon,
walk across one and the next is
easier, but everytime you
stop to consider,
oh...
oh... every time.
The collection grows,
each a different reason,
and I worry they are
compiling,
complicating,
the next endeavor,
with unwanted
unnecessary
weight.
But how to let it go?
if they weren't meaningful
I'd not bear them,
not fill in the gaps with
cement, and beauty
not chisel these remembrances.
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