Some things I never touch br in this house, I try not br br to stir the hurt br Most times its unavoidable br br looking for some br lost thing, and find br br the pills that gave me hope br that my friend, my dog br br would live a long life br only to bide my time br br until he died. br Finding an earring under br br the bathtub, knowing whos br lovely ear it once adorned br br and how she destroyed me br in her own lovely way. br br Finding notes from lunches br she packed so lovingly br br for me (sentimental fools keep everything) . br Pictures freeze moments in time br br and finding them brings back the br moments as well as the hurts br br of what might have been. br Finding her coarse black hair br br still in abundance, and remembering br her scent, as intoxicating br br as Everclear, yet knowing it also br brings insanity and total abandon. br br Yes, I try to avoid those places br those remnants of my br br collections of hurt.