Too many bags
with too much baggage
back from when your heart
was savage
and oblivious.

A bag of lights
A bag of doubts
An empty bag
on where to shout.
The bag of tricks
you’ve since collected
– their smoke and mirrors
have now deflected.

So pile it up and build a pyre
Make a shrine out of the fire
Watch it burn and hear the flames
Till there’s no sound

But your name.

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