What’s behind

and what we choose to keep

You can’t take it all with you
There’ll always be something you leave behind
No one’s bag is big enough
Reach is long enough
Arms are wide enough

What you leave behind
Might not seem like the choice you’d make today
Or yesterday
or tomorrow
But you made it
and continue to
It’s part of the package

There’s a point on my back,
That not even logic and wonder and gratitude can reach
It pierces through to my front
The corner of a square
There’s no curving those edges
It will never not be sharp

I’m sorry I’m not sorry
For borrowing clichés or walking too slowly
I’ll pass on the drink in favour of a goblet of self righteousness
Skip the conversation for the radio show in my head
And as I reckon with this burden, I’ll lament what I’ve left out of reach
And all that’s left me too