as my natural existence comes to an end
i am collecting memories to hold me thru
each refrain, each blue and darkened sky
the boxes unopened - i collect and add to
the ones i have. i have so many. too many
each wakes me like a cat stepping across
a newly born branch. the cat has no care
that the branch will break. the branch has
no thought but to survive.
how my mind brings you each night and
packs you away. first front and center
then every misdeed, folded and placed
every love, every hug, every kiss tossed
the tears don't come as fast or as much
as each box is slid across - hid behind
the mundane of existence
in time, if there is time, i will one day
unpack all the misdeeds, let them gather
rust then toss them away. and i'll pull
out the laughs, the quiet nights on your
shoulders: i'll sleep and exit my existence