…i carefully collected all my precious things –
memories that catered to a status of elevation –
pieces of someone’s life that fell onto the path of my indiscretion.
all the tangible segments of seasons past.
and as i carried my box of was out of the room of my current situation,
i realized how unnecessary the majority of things really were.

so much emotion.
so much time.
so much care.
accouterments of compassion and unappreciated concern filed away.
useless as friendship undesired.

what do you find holds value at the end of your day?
what thoughts open doors of peaceful reflection as you enter your resource of sleep?
is there ever incidence of regret?
investment into unappreciated accommodation?
commiseration without even essence of reciprocated conviction?
and when you take inventory of all that matters,
are the scales skewed toward misappropriated solidarity?

i suppose you could insist the situation held value.
without pain there can be little to comprehend of its absence.
and without commissioners of insincerity,
how can one ever fully appreciate the honor –
the blessing –
of companion…