| People let her down, | |
| time after time. | |
| | |
| In the empty bed, | |
| where people left spaces, | |
| things piled up. | 5 |
| | |
| Her life became choked | |
| and crowded with stuff | |
| that stayed put. | |
| Rooms filled to their brims | |
| up to the ceiling. | 10 |
| | |
| Until, she could barely | |
| walk amongst it all; | |
| more things, more and | |
| more things. | |
| At least, she could | 15 |
| count on these things. | |
| | |
| They sat there | |
| and collected dust, | |
| but, they never left her. | |
| | |
| She could choose | 20 |
| what to keep | |
| and what to throw out. | |
| Mostly, she kept. | |
| | |
| We are all hoarders | |
| of something; | 25 |
| holding on to memories, | |
| collecting love and hate, | |
| saving up envy | |
| for other people’s lives, | |