Polished Box

I am the ashes of your fallen hero.
So tightly held by wood and metal.
Personal
Funeral.
A daily reminder of every bleeding failure,
A monument to all of your regrets.
Words never spoken.

You lock me up in a polished box,
And dream of the things you would have said.
With endless tears you seek my grace.
But the dead cannot forgive.

Polished Box

Nick Runckel

Toledo, United States

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