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This house is filled to its brim now

Everywhere, in every nook – things we left behind.

Secrets left untold, stories shared a few times

And promptly forgotten. But we will leave them for now

For the next people we come across

Unsorted baggage for others to take care of.

This junk we had kept mostly for old time’s sake

Is making our home feel small. Smaller each day.

And maybe it’s better this way, I didn’t want to haul it with me.

You are tired too, now – it seems. Let’s just go.

Maybe when we think of this house again,

The dust will have settled.

© Shannon Peil, 2009

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