Attic of My Brain
- Alice Wyatt
- May 31, 2022
- 1 min read
your declarations of love
fill the attic
of my brain
tucked away, safe
in a dark, dusty corner
not quite forgotten
but
no longer
distracting,
tripped over,
cluttering emotional clarity
until
I can bear to discard them,
like an old Christmas card
from a former acquaintance,
fondly remembered
though no longer recalling -
exactly why

Beautiful