Monday, May 9, 2011

Day 660: the wake

‘Your absence distributed itself like an invitation’
we all took a piece
slipped it in our back pocket
carried you until the weight was too much for our bodies
then tucked it in an empty shoebox
at the top of the hallway closet
let it collect dust
let the thought of you
go rat and moth eaten
when our kids went searching for early Christmas presents
they climbed to top closet shelf
beneath the mist of termite sand and silver fish
they shook the dust off parts of our hearts that we had forgotten you once touched
made us remember the pieces of you we tucked away for safe keeping
that we refused to forget
but couldn’t hold on our bodies
any longer

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