The flow of time
never the same
the beauty of it
the unpredictability of it

I enter a time capsule when packing all my belongings
so many things that belong
to people that have passed into the other world
so many ghosts i need to pull back

There is grief
of feelings
never expressed

How i miss some of them
How i miss saying simple words
like i love you
i am sorry
you are beautiful

I am sucked back into time
time and time again
hands touch worn things
filled with their energies
Things they held in their hand
time and time again

Should i burn them
Keep them
to pull them out
in memory
To learn that
the past is ever evolving