[Poem a Day] “Clean Slates”

Check out today’s post on Instagram.

There’s a scary thought. What if, whenever we cut ties with someone, the chunk of your life they occupied just vanished without leaving any sign it was there to begin with? Nothing in the present changes – and maybe you’re in a place you’re not entirely sure how you got to – but the experience has more or less been excised from your stockpile of experiences.

Poof. Gone.

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