A Precious Goodbye to Loneliness

I’ve many old things
I can’t use anymore –
But I don’t know where to put them!

So, maybe you know of a place,
Near an unlocked door?

Because my attic-brain is nearly
Bursting at the seams
With old treasures! Dearest friends’ photos,
And many broken, withered dreams.

All things purchased, hardly used,
Never worn
Old? Well, not really,
But hardly torn!

Just felt like saying goodbye,
To reassure friends.
You see, Nothing
Nothing out there is real,
Not even this body that
We call “me.”

It can’t be re-used,
And “I” can’t be hurt again.
Because we’re never alone.

Just felt like saying
a precious goodbye
to loneliness,
My oldest, dearest
Ex-best friend.