the remanence of a life
the dust
the mold
the memories
what reveals itself
is a story
complicated, circuitous
a myriad of aborted interests
gifts bought but not given
posturing, projects
a world in and of itself
cubbies and corners filled
but empty
the cost of cruelty
a history of regret.
But in the clutter
the mess
the dirt
lies
an opportunity
for those that remain
to move beyond it.
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