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Boxes on a Shelf

Boxes
I hate it when people die
Keep a lid on it
Put it on the top shelf
Leave it alone
Keep it there forever
No!
Bring it back
Take it down
In Memories
In Memoriam
But what memories?
Where have they been?
Where do they go?
Can’t bring them back
But why only memories?
Where have they gone?
Where do they be?
Find them, all of them
In memories
But what memories?
Photos? (find them)
Thoughts? (always)
Senses?
I smell cigars in
My Papa’s leather jacket
Too small to wear
It ain’t good enough
But it helps,
It’s mine.
Take down the boxes
Remove the lid...
I hate it when people die....
Be honest...
Doesn’t everyone?
When a parent goes
To look-down-at-you-from-that-up-above place,
In the box on the shelf,
There is pain!
But what they only really care about,
(Which perhaps is easy for me to say)
Is that you and yours are safe and sound.
Take down the box,
Remove the lid
Live the pain
Release the pain.

I hate it when people die...

AvH 2018