Decluttering sadness

My name is sadness.

We know each other well.

Today I’ve been nesting.

I’ve been in your cupboard, the one under the stairs, haunted by the ghost town of your life.

I put on old songs and found fragments, litter, so many broken shards. Old photographs of friends, abandoned in their frames.

A box of precious love notes.

A watch stuck on some unknown time, given to you by your father.

That reminds me, where is he now?

A trickle tear as you cradle the watch in your mind.

Oh! Yes, I’m pleased you noticed! I’m wearing that sweater, the one you were wearing when you kissed your first love goodbye.

You and I have discussed this.

These items are relics. Your only connection to your past.

Those days gone, you can never get them back.

Put this sweater on, inhale it, walk with me down the lane where you once existed without me. We we will cry memories as we go. Lingering at bittersweet turns.

Don’t worry, when we’re finished I’ll put all these things away for you.

We’ll come back again soon.

I am not ready for you to let go just yet.

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15 thoughts on “Decluttering sadness

      1. I am like you. In my spare room is one of my Mum’s pink jumpers, a colourful bag tag, a birthday calendar as well as hankies and her pink bath robe. We should hold onto these things for as long as we need too. don’t listen to the culture too much. Grieving and letting go is a complex process and you aren’t doing anything wrong. Hugs xoxo

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