never any sleep

by turtledove

there was never any sleep to begin with

awakenings had nothing to do with rest
but everything to do with starting again

as the newspapers fell
boxes were released of their contents
a gift to the floors
in every room

letters
so many letters
to throw away
i can't
you should
but why
because
they're old
i know
so what
you hate
what they
became

another newspaper fell
another bag filled

with the bank statements
the birthday cards
the leftover food
the reciepts
the silk flowers
the photos

but the letters
are time capsules

i'll bury with you