parting

i sleep beside
boxes full of books
my hands have not
touched in months–
some in over a year

i do not have the
space to hold
any more than the
memory of them

except for those
precious few
i would carry on
my back across
continents
and oceans

so it is time
to let go,
allow them to
spark other people’s
dreams

i use this
method of
evaluation
sometimes
too broadly

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