Spring Cleaning the Heart



Spring Cleaning the Heart

You ate half your salmon

While I shared my heart

The mincing of words

I guess we should part


We walk to the crossroads

You kill half the bloom

I walk down the hill

And look for the broom


To sweep up the plans

I made in my head

And toss them up into the wind


I'll mop up the love

And pour down the tub

The water of being your friend


Clothing you liked 

While we planned a hike
I’ll donate to somebody new


Cause it would be better

To not see that sweater 

I’ll Kondo the clutter of you 


No matter the season

Pain helps me start

Now where is that dustpan? 

Spring cleaning the heart


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