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Emotional baggage. 22 June 2015

Posted by Dr Moose in Life, Poetry, Time.
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Just a few words,
Lines of an address,
“The Vicarage, The Bartons Close”
Churn up so much,
Unexpected.
Home of five years,
Never yours, but filling memory,
Flooding back unbidden.
It was never ours,
But it always will be,
Even yet as it passes
To be a blessing for others.

I cannot let this,
This inevitability, be a catalyst
For sentiment, resentment or
Regret, but I can acknowledge
Pain, and move on,
Still in the best
Of jobs.

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