The 2 bags in front of me feel like a loss of some sort. Filled with trash and items I don’t use. Despite my lack of use for them, I know my eyes might water when getting rid of them.

My heart gets a little slash as the donation center worker reaches into my trunk and takes one of the bags. Another hole in my heart forms as I slowly dump the trash bag into the dumpster.

My spirit has left me empty as I get back into the small junky car. Letting go of those bags bites at me until the morning.

Somehow, though, the morning feels a little better. The house clean and spotless. Maybe I could live without that stuff.