vagary

The Metaphors

Cleaning some trash, I find a frame
You and I, smiling with our crooked teeth
Your hands clipped to my hair
And body pressed close to mine.

Today, I would give away all the metaphors

Let your hands just be hands and not
A constant remainder of the guidance I lack

Let your body just be a body and not
the warmth that's lacking in my life

Let your smile just be a smile and not
the happiness that I walked over

Let my tears just be tears and not
the guilt of that dreaded day, flowing steadily

Let tomorrow just be another day and not
The graveyard of my memories
Taken out and burned alive.