Yard Sale

I have a yard sale of memories
Piles of tattered and disheveled thoughts
Discounted to go quickly
Along with the old love letters and the scribbling of emotion
I tag them with red and yellow labels
To attract strangers to come
And rifle through my life with careless fingers
Putting aside the good memories
Tossing away the partially used ideas
Allow themselves to stare at the bad for few minutes too long
Giggle and point, whispering
About the wrinkled, off-colored misfortunes
I collect their pennies, their sense
As they minimize me down to my past
Never seeing passed the things I wish I could forget
But everything everyone continues to remind me of


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