Cleaning Out Your Room
This morning
I sifted through years of memories
that ran like sand
through my hands.
A few pieces remained behind;
carefully
I put them away.
Afterwards
I sat for a long time
and listened to the rain on the roof.
Through your window,
I could see bare treetops
and a grey sky.
4/1/2018
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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