after hours
I stopped to see the newest exhibit;
a heart in a glass box,
not unlike the one
I owned 20 years ago.
i could hold my breath
longer now
since my lungs took over
the extra space
and I could stare at my loss
for hours,
unmoved
A janitor followed after me,
asking me to leave
because there was
too much
to clean up
The display
plaque
noted the importance
of remembering loss
embalmed
to teach the dead
how remote
they'd always be
on display
for new generations
to forget eventually