I’ve been throwing out my old junk lately
Starting with the desk drawer crammed with high school classmates
They’ve been rolling around in there so long
I can hardly remember their names
And my old coworkers from all those restaurants
Packed haphazardly into the closet
Piled on top of the people in the year books
And the box of random encounters
Strangers when we met,
and strangers we’ve become again
On the bookshelf was an old Rolodex
pressed between the pages
were doctors and neighbors from my old home town
None of them any sparked joy
I made a post in the community marketplace
Trying to give it all away
But nobody called me back
So I binned the lot
Now there’s finally some space in here
For all my books and pens and the packaging my blender came in
I can really stretch out and be myself
Stuff Cam Wrote 