There they were, as in a dream and I was up above. floating in the darkened yet dawning sky. And on the ground, laid side by side these cardboard boxes all different sized, some tied up with ribbons bright, some coming loose, some small some wide. as if each passage, each chapter was there held. the many compartments making the one story. all stored there, why for, God knows. and then I saw some open wide, and spilling out like sticky tentacles barbed and hooked … the scars and open wounds where they had caught my heart glowing in the day’s dark night. long past yet unresolved … conversations not had, truths not shared, cuts unhealed, lies believed … loves long gone and doors hard closed with locks and chains of rust and pain … and then I saw their thin dark strings pull at my heart and life within …