That place where the things
we should have let go of a very
long time ago – but didn’t –
yeah, where those things go –
the ether of unkept things –
there is where I hope – or
hope never – to find, for these,
after all, are the things un-kept –
regrets – a whole sea of them –
guilts and shames and memories
unbidden or bidden that stoop
the shoulders and bend the back
with the sheer weight of them
losses that were for the better
had I but known at the time
chances not taken, fears claimed
that should have been left behind
in unclaimed baggage long ago
there, in the ether of unkept things
do I imagine floating about – it is,
I think, the nature of unkept things
to float – angry letters written and
sent or not, their harm no more –
friendships severed by time and
distance and change of circumstance –
tangible things – the baubles of
existence – that necklace, this old
chair – all the things that seemed so
essential in their time – now floating
free form in the ether of the unkept
it’s not sad there – it is just –
unkept
Oh, my, Beth.. I've been there. You said it so well, however, those "unkept things" often end up in my dreams. And they did seem so essential at the time. Peace, Marilyn
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