Cleaning

We dismantled your life
With deft words
And callous hands
28 years taken apart
In one afternoon
We judged you
Not on what you took with you
But on what you left behind
A serious flaw

For sometimes
What we write
Is what we cannot carry
In our heart
And that which we take with us
To the depths of the earth
Is the most precious of all
The thing we didn't wish to empty
On to paper