Fairy Tale's End

After years, you sent your giant round to collect the memories you'd forgotten he rooted round, until he'd found each thing that showed you'd ever been They filled the basement and the yard the cupboards, closets and each room each nook and cranny held a shard; they lay like treasures in a tomb The small, sad pile of smiles and laughter went on the seat of his great cart the sacks of sorrow were loaded after in the back with other broken hearts ?I watched him load each piece with care, had we taken as much care as he? in the making, was each truly shared, in the taking, were they truly free? His cart groaned underneath the weight as it slowly rolled down memory lane like a pirate's ship with pieces of eight, sailing across the Spanish Main The plunder's someone's recollections no hoard of gold lies in the hold, as it sails away, this last connection there are no more stories to be told