Digging Up the Past

I pull the firesafe from the closet.
The shovel breaks the ground
Old wounds ache as I look at old photos.
Dirt hits the ground, Whump!, the hole deepens
Letters and cards invoke memories,
emotions attacking me from all sides.
The mound grows taller, the hole deeper
Lights, sounds, smells; movies play through my mind.
Joy, love, pain, anger; a roller coaster.
The dirt piled high, the hole six by six
She is gone and never will return,
I dig up the past and die a little more.