Archive of The Heart.

The old archivist is sitting in silence.
Watching A lot of rooms prevailed by madness.



Many events go by.
Some are easy some are high.



And he is only to receive.
Files to be put in the dusty Archive.



Memories from here and there.
Apology sheets from everywhere.



Dust is covering albums and files.
Stacking them is the only thing that wiles.





Some albums are to stay open wide.
Others should be sealed and put aside.


He will always wait for new sheets to come.
To count them and write down the final sum.



He is allowed to read but not to comment.
Just to go through yet with no lament.

And when the archive is full.
He is to revise the whole roll.



To find out what to discard.
And what to keep in the back yard.



For there must be an empty room.
Till the heart meets its doom.



Sometimes he is done with all this.
But he knows this is not to end but by death.
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When your file is sent to Archive... then in my life you're not welcome any more.