Attachment Issues

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I’ve become attached to objects.

I can’t let them go.

A glass table I put together with my own hands.

A cheap bracelet from a Buddhist

I got on vacation.

A pair of slippers that are almost threadbare.

These objects are worth nothing,

and worse,

they hold no particular sentimental value.

They could be a paperclip or a copper penny.

This is not like me

I let things go

I toss them

without a thought.

But, now,

I’m afraid to lose.

Anything.

If I can just hold on to these objects,

for eternity, maybe,

nothing will change,

irrecoverably,

like

the day

that always ends.

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