spring cleaning

Haven't we been through one already, not too long ago? Where you ferret into every nook and cranny of our flat? empty out each drawer, any recipient that may hide some loathsome content? and oblige me to go through with you to determine the worthiness of each item. You were merciless and hard. Some items had no chance. Furtively, I'd try to recuperate one of these pitiful objects. Sometimes useless attempt. How you've influenced me as I find myself doing the same these days. But alone. It took me a while to purge our small flat of your items. You'd think I'd be happy to recuperate some closet space. But the gaping emptiness left behind made me realise that you weren't here and I cried that day. My soul empty as well.