Premature Burial
Terrifying
To end life before its ending
To box up everything we were
Tie it off, put it away
Other things we
Stack in front
Accumulated memory
Acquisition of scar tissue
Threatening open sensations go
Beneath
When we were young
Nostalgia doesn’t kill, though
It hurts
It has to
Though we have days
Years
Minutes
I can’t count your seconds
Though maybe leaving some
Uncounted has merit
Leaving open
Room to grow
C L Couch
(good page to read)
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