sentimental

I stack up
my nostalgia at the door
for the trash man.
my sentimental bones
of things.
my collection of stamps,
cards,
love letters
and old poems.
I gather up the dead
roses,
the vase they came in.
the mementos,
the touch stones
of all the past years.
a jar of tears,
an envelope of regrets.
photos.
out to the porch
they all go
for pick up. I need
the room, what wasn't
real,
must go.