to accustom/to get over
like a calf i am
still trying and failing to
wean myself off you
spring cleaning
rummaging through my life past
and tucked away
in the bottomest shelf of my cupboard I find
bags of letters and cards and words from
people who have meant the world
old diaries
(my soul inked into their yellowed bound pages)
ashes from a campfire
twigs for photo frames
dust-caked memories and reminders
that I have lived
not just today
but yesterday and yesterday’s yesterday
and the day before that, too
