What’s Left

by Sabrina Cognata

Sometimes,
time is all we need
realize the end began
unraveling a gift
the anticipation of a child
ripping, tearing away
the excess,
which seems so
Very important
in comparison to it
All.
 

Close your eyes
just a second
a blink,
in the simple scheme of it
all
things happen:
falling dominoes
cards up sleeves
quarters behind ears
with rapid succession
that no one even noticed.
A private prayer
to thank the almighty
the treasures and goods
that await you
this little present of eventual joy.
All the riches, 
All of them.
 

Carefully folding open
lips of the box,
waiting to see
anticipating
missing pieces
yours
not mine—
and discovering a precious offering
infinite series of seconds
endured
From
a lover,
A friend,
A confidant
& instead, in its place
find not
riches of a thousand men
but a blank note card
3” x 5” of empty space
empty contents
down the drain
your soul with its
Previous intent
& with its total vacancy
what we could have had,
All of it.

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