some things I learned that will not leave me
although I can sometimes leave them
the weight and shape of loneliness
a piece of furniture that travels easily
now hidden away in a back room
still I have opened the door after a walk
to find it sitting next to a table
where I’ll let it be for awhile before storing it away
the fragility of existence
a book whose pages I turn again and again
having found that the story ever changes
the ending certain but the how of it unknown
the unexpected gifts of love and kindness
these I keep on full display
scattered around as constant reminders
ready at hand if someone has need
they are the oddest of all, I’ve found
by the giving away they only increase
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