Packing

Eighteen minutes 'til midnight
I hastened you to the morning light,
and there with our family weeping,
I signed away your life.
But, you, long packed for your reward,
defiant, you danced into the night.

There, two and twenty years from the womb
I stood with Silence in your room,
and holding my grief for safe-keeping,
embraced selfishness for my truth.
I watched life flash before my eyes, because,
so carelessly, you had packed my spirit, too. 

 

The End

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