The Burden

A sack...
So heavy at times
He could barely move

At the end..
So light..
He barely felt her presence...

Through the countless years,
He would often
Place her on the floor

Where she sat silent,
Soft and pliant
Waiting…

Often, when bored
He would rummage through her contents
Seeking treasures

Poking and prodding restlessly for hours.
Until..One hot day….
Wandering down strange farscapes

A small tear opened in her soft surface
Small particles of herself
Dancing away in the hot sere air.

He never even noticed
So self absorbed was he
That she had fallen to pieces

Silently
Drifting away…..
alone.