i’m not letting myself
in memories
four score and seven years
once upon a time

i would have liked -then

it all came crashing down
years surrounded me
a well fit glove
worn from digging
archeological finds

of shattered pots
and razor sharp arrows

the damage done
beneath the rubble
lied two hearts -beating

they swore yesterday
to be
together in eternity

human philosophical tragedy
buried them -us
thought we remained as one.


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