i spent the day wading through the debris
crap left behind from a life lived long ago
non of this matters, i can pick up these shattered pieces
throw them into a box and store them until
that day comes again, when i need to sort through
my past to find meaning in this day i live
tomorrow i will awake to find that cold spot on my bed
i wish i could let the dog up, he knows the meaning
of unconditional.
Until the day i find anew, i will ponder and stew.
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