Sometimes we can’t shake

The shambles that we

Left something in it’s

Impossible to clean house

Completely when you know

That there’s a bin

Filled with painful memories

Tucked in some corner

I have to steely

Myself to even approach

Much less open it

What I want to

Avoid is the tsunami

Of emotion I know

Is coming I want

To flee rather than

Confront I want to

Dismiss to hide things

Under the rug of

My life and pretend

That the little lump

At the far corner

Is not in fact

The beating heart of

Someone that I loved

So many years ago