Life is a Straggler

Life goes on…
we leave behind people, memories,  lost keyrings, stolen dreams,
and broken hearts – Sometimes the wafting perfume, the tearstained goodbyes, friendships that never kept up with our self-revolution.
We leave behind whispers of secret shames…
and somehow… we carry all of these things within our recesses,

as if they’ve never been left behind.

Life is a straggler