I claw at my throat
but it’s no use
I still cannot
begin to breathe
Half a life
slammed shut
in a dusty book
and shelved
only for future
generations
to look back on
Saved
by only me
and me alone
You are not a keeper
of memories
nor my heart
Always easy for you
to throw away
people
places
and things
Still
it is unsettling
sitting curbside
with the rubbish
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