Piles

Piles Piles of things I need to do... Piles of things I need to sort through, Piles of things I'm collecting for his girls when they are older, Piles of memories some that make me smile and some that make me cry, Piles for his babies when they are old enough to understand them, Memories all carefully placed in piles. Piles of things to toss out of here sooner than never! Piles containing the importance to his lost life, Surrounded by my piles that mean so much yet not enough. These piles mean your life was important! You did exist but it's now reduced to piles! Piles I wish you could crawl out of so I could hold you, Piles I wish you could come out of and surprise your babies, Piles which can give no explanation to these questions, Questions never answered as I rearrange and move these piles Piles of what you were and what you could have been... Piles of things I need to do...