Day 241: Carry

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of all the things we carry
it is shared memory that weighs the most.

for better or worse,

the times we live
in company –
or survive in absence –

weigh brightly, like gold
or heft like an iron
and relentlessly hold.

and so i lean down,
though i know you’re deep sleeping,
and kiss your soft cheek
with a cover and tuck,

and remember the things i forgot in the day;
i whisper the things
i never did say.

and hope that tomorrow
i’ll make the scale sweeter
and balance with kindness
what neglectfulness bought.

cause all that i carry

i set down

at your feet

and say run with me,

that none of our fleeting,

saved days

be forgot.

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