TO HER PORGY, IN MEMORIUM
She put away the things of you
When others said you'd gone.
She put away the photos with
Edges too new to curl.
She put away the flowers that
Had just begun to brown.
She put away your letters with
"Love you" that's solid black.
She put away your songs for her
And hummed a painless tune.
She put your love in a box, sealed up,
And said goodbye forever
Because others said you'd gone.
Too young to say "remember when"
Too young to bury her best friend
Too young to wake each night from crying
Too young to know she can forgive you for dying.