Access Denied
I am spring cleaning
In the heat of summer
Always a season behind
As I sort through
My things
And discard
All that doesn’t serve me
I discover
I hold on to
More than belongings
I hoard memories
I stow away ideas
I keep lines open
For no reason
But sentiment
Upon that realization
And the feeling
Of that faint line
That still connects us
That still gives you access
I blocked you
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ah Amy, I feel this.