feelings, memories, metaphors and people

I opened an old notebook
at random
from the stack beside my bed
on the bookshelf.

A notebook of poetry
from three years ago.

The page I turned to
contained words of
feelings
memories
metaphors
and people.

I offered to the page
a wistful smile
for just yesterday
I wrote about the same
feelings
memories
metaphors
and people.

And I thought to myself:
I need to let them go.