brown paper and string

Brown+Paper+Packages

sometimes 
I think I know too much
 
not...	in an arrogant way
but more in a...

	we've been down that path before
	we know where it leads
	and that path too
	and the other one

...kind of way
 
and I think I'd like to wrap those thoughts
those experiences
	things I was told
	things I learned for myself
wrap them up
in brown paper and string
and leave them all about the place 
for others to discover
	like a cross between Alzheimers
	and an Easter egg hunt
placing my unwanted memories here and there
next to park benches
and hot dog stands.
 
I'll place you
	the one who hurt me
	the one who wasted much time and emotion
	the one who used to rent a room in my heart 
who now lives somewhere in my head
taking up space
I'll wrap you up and place you somewhere 
where you'll be found 
by someone else that deserves you.
 
so we could be strangers again
and I could bump into you once more
except this time I wouldn't know why
but I'd get the feeling
that it might be best just to keep on walking
 
and I'll get that strange sensation...
as if someone walked over my grave
then just like before 
I'll dismiss it

as nothing more than deja vu.

© 2014 Peter Smallwood

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