Packing Away
Today I packed my memories of you away
Every
last one
Better
stacked safely on the shelf
Than see
them thrown into a sack
To drown
I
moth-balled them and there they'll stay
Like a
child stores away the toys someday
He
eventually outgrows.
I close the cupboard firmly tight
Stare at
it, frown: still work to do
I scrape
the varnish from the wood
And run my
hands across the grain
Its
smoothness softly shares my skin
Then take the paint I'll use as coat
But just as
I begin. Stop.
I prefer it
plain.
(c) S Evans 2014
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