Gone
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last box
smallest box to go
all things now moved
in silence to the car
awaiting those
who take such things away
take these things and with them
please, the memories
for they are gone forever
gone away
and I am gone
into some place
between my life
and dying
no longer here, but not with them
In-between my life and death
inside each box that's left
inside a car with motor running
in an empty garage
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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