Where do I store, one more memory?
How do I secure another story,
In the overstuffed pages of my mind?
I squirrel about, foraging little trinkets
And a happy little memory, to link it
To you, till no more space I can find.
Too heavy this final goodbye,
I try to lighten with a sigh
But so laden it is, I could drown.
I wait for time to lighten
The burden of days, you had brightened,
Till they fade away without a sound.
So I can make some room there
And fill my lungs with some air
That was knocked out by farewells.
And fill new diaries with new glimpses,
Though I end my lines in ellipses,
For fullstops- they sound like the knell.
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