Drawers of My Memory
Each drawer that I fill,
stores something past
The future spread out
on the bed
As each one closes,
its memories sleep safe
My dreams quilted,
and looking ahead
Thoughts layered inside,
piled neatly and stacked
In silence,
their stories unfold
Each drawer front embossed,
with a message they share
“Open Only If Naked And Cold”
The dresser sits quiet,
its handles untouched
As new history begins
to rewrite
And construction resumes,
with the words piled high
To store wings that have yet
to take flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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