Teamwork Makes The Dream Work

I look at all the pieces that surround me
Fragments of time that lay shattered

I stand amongst a myriad of memories
Love
Loss
Life
Death
Hope
Despair
Victories
Failures

It fills up the space and I feel claustrophobic
I cannot live like this
I cannot continue to hoard
I must let go of the things that are of no use

There's so much to go through
Nostaligia skews my decision making abilities
Every piece I pick up I find some reason to keep
I throw my hands up, fully ready to concede

A figure catches my attention out of the corner of my eye
I turn to see you standing there with a smile
dustpan
And a
broom