Something old,
of a life almost forgotten that I shook, that I pressed, that I squeezed and let move out to the edge then I pushed some more and let it fall down and out of my life
Something new,
a place of my own, striking out as if the young bird leaving the nest for the first time, there needs to be more new, so much more.
Something borrowed,
a borrowed smile a borrowed laugh, some borrowed lines, I don't think they are mine, I think they used to be but now, no more.
Something blue,
a feeling of ending, not belonging, a sadness in that realisation that to move is to leave and that is what needs to happen the end of it are the waves of blue. But not for long I will get out and over the breakers.
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