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Packing Up Past Lives by J.L. Barrow

Packing Up Past Lives

by J. L. Barrow

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She files away the seemingly

Random black-and-white, dusty

Photographs of a past life

Into boxes filled with desperate

Towels.

Gazing at built-in shelves like

She’s looking for some lost

Jewel, heirloom; longing for something

To be there to remind her of how great life

Once Was.

She looks through the kitchen,

Tile cold to her bare and wondering

Feet, eyes scavenging horridly for a former

Face to appear and grant her a mere

Smile.

But none are here, and nor

There. She cries herself to

Sleep that night, lying with a plain blanket on

The hard wooden floor, now bare from

Color.

She leaves her experience all packaged up

In what once she called home; her Former

One, she says quietly. She throws the keys, so

Jagged, into the bushes, going go God knows not

Where.

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