Poem #24: Music Box

Music box,

Spin me a story

So I can forget

The remembrance

Of your last one;

I’m tired

Of all this

Goddamn

Grief.

Play me a melody

That I can weep to-

So no one sees

My bleary eyes

And tries to help me

Cope.

Spin your dancers

Off into the distance

And leave me be-

Alone

When the key stops

I will know

The world is healed

At last.