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

 

 

box

http://hollylucoon.com/?p=687

(good page to read)