They should be a metaphor:
the gold coins
tucked into a brown paper bag
like Chinese takeout
or a field trip lunch.
They should be a metaphor:
something about
the weight of your love,
or a legacy passed down,
or even, perhaps, a lesson
about the frailty of life.
They should be a metaphor:
about the best
things in life coming free,
or not free at all, or perhaps
never coming until you
have already moved on.
I just can’t help thinking,
a life without you
makes as much sense
as a brown paper bag
full of gold coins.
But this isn’t a metaphor.
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