I threw away his number.
Those envelopes with his address are trash.
What a relief!
Discard men as I discard old sweaters.
New season, new chapter, new friend.
Cleaned out my Closets
To break free of the clutter
Make room for the new fashion.
People, too, sometimes crowd
Sometimes I just need space
Sometimes i just need something new.
Now I search through files and boxes
Hoping I left some contact behind.
Fashions sometimes come back in style.