Marie Kondo

I found your old letters

whilst Marie Kondo-ing

my house and a veil of

doom descended over me

They did not "spark joy."

Paperwheights lowered

thelselves carefully into

my heart. Opening Pandora's

box seemed pointless

But I did it anyway

and read the story of us.

What I learned is that

you are neither

devil nor angel,

hell nor heaven,

careless nor careful.

Poisoned arrows shot years

ago now seemed comedic

as if they were thrown

by tiny laughing cupids.

I still look for ways to

fill up the old wound

Too deep to heal fully

Too small for ICU

I guess I always thought

you didn't love me enough

I never considered you might

love too much