Old emotions
saturated through,
left out on the curb
like garbage day.
Landfills reak of victory,
shirt collars stained,
passed over the good will,
no longer a good feel on any skin.
Plenty dem,
separated from light,
too heavy for the wash,
like blankets over eyes.
Lighten the load,
bargain for nothing
with a gouge in price
that will sacrifice you.