the leftovers

boxes and bags.
a torn one here, its contents belonging to a stranger?
no, they were known. they weren't a stranger.
and here, more plastic holding up..
memories.
to be sold?
no. you can't sell these.
surely, they can be given away.
no. these aren't transferable. they remain.
these all take up space.
they help. some memories, don't serve to haunt, they help. i welcome them all.
and these ears?
no, they must remain hidden, i must, hid them. like the longing, i must hid them.
all this baggage for a stranger long gone.
not gone. not for sure. just, a wanderer. i'll wear the ears and dress when they return.
you seem so sure, a clown you are.
not a clown, just a lost mouse. i keep it all. for comfort.
well, their comfort has gone, you know that. they left.
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