Covet

Why do I covet you
When you are no longer mine?
I burn to ask you questions
I thirst to make you laugh
We've turned our lush green country
Into uncharted territory
Turned all our memories
Expressions. Phases.
Deceptions. Phrases.
Into treasured objects stowed away
In an anonymous cardboard box
Buried in that remote attic
Of our heartminds
That we itch to explore
Yet fear to enter
Like beautiful pieces of art
That we no longer have any place
In our house for
Like memories of a self now dead
But that death made you, you.

Too painful to keep
Too sacred to shed