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