unfinished pieces

Unfinished pieces. Packed up to be given away, or already bagged up and thrown out. Except that when I walked in today, I suddenly saw these boxes, and what they held, and it startled me.

I kept hoping, I kept hoping all along it would come back to me. And I kept all my fabrics, and my papers, and glue, and threads, and paints, and letters, and inks and little treasures that just delighted me. I kept hoping it would come back to me.

But throwing them out, giving them away, it’s such a giving up.

That’s the real thing, though. There, in that box. Unfinished pieces. Of me.

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