Clutter...🍂🥀

 Clutter 🍂🥀

I am a clutter.

Of all who loved me.

Of all who didn’t know how to.

Of the yellow flower, I kept too close.

Of the book that smelled like heaven.

Of that cat, who snuggled by my feet once.

Of the pillow that held me better than most people did.

Of the broken person who scratched my heart over and over again,

Like they were looking for something inside it.

Of that starry night painting, I stood in front of too long.

Of the soul music that kept me up when silence got too loud.

Of the stars that I never stopped counting,

Because they felt a little like home.

I am a clutter.

A clutter that doesn’t want to be cleaned.

A mess made of moments and memories,

Of people who stayed, and people who didn’t.

Of things I still carry, even when I say I don’t.

Yes—I am a clutter.

Of me,

And myself.

@_arushmita_