Unfolding.

Neatly packaged & put away for keeps,
life on a shelf with expiration date.
Yellowing, hollowing, echoes from far away.
Moldy, haunted, only roaches for company.

Bumped outta the place,
it's no mistake.
Give these creaky pages a turn,
origami into alien shapes.

It's the unfolding
of a love judged outta date.
It's an unfolding
of a life and its final embrace.