room enough

If I throw enough out 
of what I don't need, 
they'll be room here 
for more of me, for
me. But I hate to see 
certain memories go. 
Fixed in place at a glance
- it all slides in so. Still,
it's better to live with 
space here to stretch 
out and breathe, not 
tripping on stuff. So 
I'll gather all up, and 
sort it all out with
a wistful grin midway
to a pout. I will leave
room enough