Burdened Souls

We can’t shed this burden of our souls

In aimlessly flowing tears

There is no one else

Who will carry this burden

I can’t send my burden to you

In carefully sealed letters

You can’t send yours anyway

In tightly packed pickle bottles

We have to carry it for life

Alone

Quietly

Like an undeclared secret affair

That makes our mundane living

Dangerously exciting

At least in the moments of utter loneliness

Sometimes I stretch your memories

Across my spine through my heart

And play myself like an out-of-tune guitar

Sometimes I lay on my back

Pretending I’m dead

And search my whole being

Like a distant planet

For any signs of life

It’s only your memories

They crawl inside me

Like tiny living organisms

Multiplying like an unwanted embryo

Or a life threatening tumour

They have created colonies inside me

I’m just a reluctant host now

I don’t know how long I will survive

But we can’t shed this burden of our souls

In aimlessly flowing tears

Or can we?