Impermanence

I have a bad habit of always wanting to keep things. It's why I take so many pictures; it's why there are drawers too full to close with movie stubs, unwanted gifts. It's why, when you moved out of our house I kept things you didn't know you'd left behind. I waited for the day time would finally rewind and you'd come back home. Happiness looks good on you. So does that extra ten pounds. I'm not trying to be mean; maybe when the world lifted from your shoulders you finally found the room to expand.