i learned to give up the things that didn’t matter to simply walk away

but i wonder

how much of myself was left on the side of the road as i cleaned house

there are things i will never get back that leave small holes in my heart

surely i shall bleed to death before long

my heart has become a collander on the shelf of a roadside stand that sells half realized hopes and a jar of dreams held for just too long

giving up and giving in feel awfully close some days

best not look too deeply inside