An Excerpt Of An Elegy That I May Or May Not Ever Have To Read

I squeeze our memories
from the pulp of my mind,
and let them roll down the back of my neck,
absorbing into the hard spots of my heart.

And the more I nourish my heart
with the sweetness of thoughts of our time together
it swells with emotion.

I let them continue to flood.
Sitting at my desk,
my hands on my head,
I wait to burst.

Jordan R Shaver 6.7.2014