Leave then,
but leave them behind
You say,
Wrapping your arms around
the waste, protecting
a pile of photographs
The weight would
break my body
I say,
Turning my back to
this Burden you’ve built
on the floor of our house
You’re hoarding memories,
but you do not ask Me
To stay,
Searching through the pile
for a shadow. The floor creaks.
If you move it may crumble.
(Can you still breathe?
)
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
Leave then,
but leave them behind
You say,
Wrapping your arms around
the waste, protecting
a pile of photographs
The weight would
break my body
I say,
Turning my back to
this Burden you’ve built
on the floor of our house
You’re hoarding memories,
but you do not ask Me
To stay,
Searching through the pile
for a shadow. The floor creaks.
If you move it may crumble.
(Can you still breathe?
)
written August 2016
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