Please shut the door,

Memories are wafting in, wrapping around my heart,

Letting the heat out, Chilling me to the bone.

You come, without invitation,

Barging through my door, your arms full of moments,

Dropping them in my lap to sort.

You can’t stay, come back later, much.

After I put my face on, comb my hair,

Straighten up around the place.

Let’s put in on the calendar, make a date,

When I’m ready to open my door, my heart,

Remembering the good ol days, just past.

Today’s just not a good day, I’m busy

 picking up (the pieces), organizing, forgetting,

Sweeping teardrops from under the...

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