Letting Go

*BANKSY*

Old
Books
And
Letters,
Worn
Shoes
And
Sweaters,
All
Become
A
Waste
Of
Precious
Space,
And
Inevitably,
Lose
Their
Place.
Memory
Is
An
Index
File,
Out
Of
Sequence,
Worn
From
Frequency,
Stashed
In
A
Drawer,
Pressed
Under
The
Floor,
Becoming
More
And
More
Words
To
Say,
And
Never
Going
Away.