We didn’t share physical things. My precious heirloom only time. 378 days of knowing truth but that truth not bringing us closer in the end. I came in like a savior to close the deal and wrap up loose ends. Represented Hail Marys as the clock of time ticked down on the hands of her life. Possession’s of the flesh being secretly sized up amongst the direct blood line. There I stand in the aftermath hand in hand with time. printed images and hand written letters reeking of someone else’s heirloom a cedar box to hold all the pieces of a life suffocated in silence. They all belong to a woman I will never know, like they know. I am the observe of a life that touched so many- they say. I remain an outsider hand in hand with time.
