we forget

I want to burn everything. Everything we bought and thought would last. we forget that our most valued possessions are mortal. we say it and repeat it but we forget it.
As i open closets and close them, i love and hate everything inside. All the clothes, some never even worn, hang in there while their owner rests in peace. peace.
we forget that everything we own is rented and that we will leave it behind to be used, given away, stored, or forgotten. 

As it used to be as it should be

I hadn't spent time in this room for so long. So long. I come in here, sometimes i sleep here, i go through her closet, but it's been very long since i just sat here. As i plugged in my phone i saw magazines on the bottom shelf from May 2010; three years ago. Three years ago i never would have imagined sitting here and now thinking what I'm thinking. Thinking it alone.
Life should be as it used to be. I say that with guilt but that's how i want it.