For The Sunday Muse Prompt #84. Image Source.
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Behind the grime,
and the ravages
of time the remains
of living now lie,
each layer of dirt
a sigh, a dirge
for the mystery
of abandonment,
for how easy
it is for things
once woven into
the fabric of the
present to slip
beneath the shroud
of the memories
we lose. Maybe this
is what leaving is,
things returning
to the way they
always were.
A Geek's Life 
I love the wise pondering in this A.J.! I think this is what leaving is. Beautiful poetry!!!
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Thanks for the kind words and stopping by Carrie 🙂
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‘each layer of dirt a sigh’ …. how I imagine it as well.
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Indeed.. Thanks for stopping by
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Great allegorical interpretation. I am afraid I was a literalness in my kitchen . . . lol
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lliteralist . .. even
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Maybe this is what leaving is….i like that thought!
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