Dead drops

Pictures tell stories. Sometimes they lie.

We wear big smiles as the waitress brings our seafood platters. We dance with strangers. Our ex-boyfriends' mistakes hang on display in our eyes. Cheap makeup in bold colors caught with popular hairstyles and fashion fads. We dance with more strangers.

I pile our happier times into a shoebox.

The hole in the backyard is just big enough. Handfuls of dirt slap the box. Leaves flirt with the wind. Trees wave their limbs. God is rearranging the sky. I must move.

My soul has been asking if this is necessary. My mind reminds me of your cold, resounding "no." You are not mad. But you can't forget. And you won't forgive. Your hurt clings closer than our happier times.

You won't allow me to be human.

You and my hope disappear under the greener grass.

I sigh and run to escape the fury of the clouds.

All dead things must be buried.

© Miss Brandy

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