DOWN-SIZING

With pliers

I pull out the nails passed through picture hooks

which held the wires attached to frames

that surround our art and “oh so many memories”.

Sadness passes through me with each pull

and there is little I can do to discourage nostalgia

from overtaking me.

The walls of this place look barren

and at the moment so am I.

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