I emptied the drawer of my spirit today,
half-loved receipts, unsent letters,
dreams that expired like milk in July.
What a cluttered archive of “almosts.”
Delete, I whispered,
as if the key were a wand.
A log of unnecessary dramas vanished—
an inbox slimmed into silence.
Oh, the sweet comedy of it all:
we clutch old burdens like heirlooms,
as if pain earns interest
or nostalgia pays rent.
But closure is not a funeral,
it’s a champagne toast—
bubbles rising, laughter spilling,
a clean slate with lipstick on the rim.
To begin again is delicious.
To start from nothing—scandalous!
Yet here I stand,
lighter, freer,
a woman unafraid of the blank page.
So let the month bow out.
Let yesterday pack its bags.
I’ve cleared the log,
made room for miracles,
and even kept the good pen handy.
Because beauty lives in beginnings,
and endings, my dear—
are simply well-dressed exits–
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