THE COWARD

It's easier to be silent, let

the memories lay

under the gravestones

and the grass and sand

on unmarked lots.

The good hurts more

than the bad, excavating

them from the soil

of the mind, bright

and alluring, hurtful.

All this, gone -

all this, allowed to vanish,

to become memories

and few meters of

earth in the silence

of the cemetery.

You deserved

so much more,

time and love

and joy.

But what you

got was

me,

me and death

and fear

to look you

in the eyes

in my

memories.

09.09.2018