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everyday is your burial

do you live in ceremonious fear?

or do the moments go for granted,

like the ones between 

me

between

you?

everyday your coffin is polished 

(but inside the world pollutes)

I would air it out or take you outside

but then my clothes would cease

to smell

like you.

everyday I plan to bury you and you don’t even feel it. 

How, on days like these,

I’m brave enough to lower you down myself,

carry your beautiful weight once more on my fractured shoulders that you won’t    let heel

(but it has been a while since I last changed my cast.)

everyday it rains so the earth softens

and I can’t bear to think of you being swallowed by another.

... 

Today the sun burns us

so the earth hardens where I stand

and I can’t bear to hear you rattle in your coffin.

everyday I wait

within the weight 

of your wonderful youth

and think of how i gave it all to you. 

Today I grow older,

coroner I’ve become

mummifier of few 

and everyday