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Cleaning Up Again

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The distance on the calendar

tamps down a gentle sadness 

that still resides in my home.

 

I sometimes feel it as dust,

easily disturbed by currents of sorrow,

only to settle on the remnants you left behind.

 

With some effort,

I sweep delicate memories of you

into a bin that is never full,

 

so you won't worry that I'm okay.

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Manish Singh Rajput

Thu 13th Apr 2023 16:47

"I sweep delicate memories of you into a bin that's never full". Beautifully written. A heartfelt poem and I loved every bit of it. Thank you for this.

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