a life of words on paper burned in less
than sixty minutes - in a concave pan
turned sideways, laying on the ground...
letters written and saved and fifty years
until given to me to hold onto... about
myself to others they were and meant
for no one else... no reason to keep
except for vanity they would say if they
knew what had been done, but they did
not they say... knew nothing of it... but
then those words I do not believe... so
they were burned in front of me to hide
my past from myself and others who are
keen enough to pry... I am not the one I
was nor wanted to be but the one I ended
up becoming as the years unfolded and my
body yielded to the temptatioin of age...
fifty years of letters that my parents kept
before giving them to me for disposition
and onto them I held for another twenty
until deciding it was time to say goodbye.
28 October 2022
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