Misplaced Ceremonies Poem by shimon weinroth

The rains had soaked the carbon boxes
The mold desecrated the insides
The books stored set aside for days to come

Were refuse, carnage of storms
It's forms just debris, mixed with dirt
Unrecognized for what it was

Disposing, i carted away in stealth
Lest my partner see
I would save her the sorrow, I did feel

Sheild her from so unnecessary
A sad event
Nothing could return it to its former self

It had been carefully stacked and stored
No one was to blame, it was natures course.
When she did learn of its demise
She was angry with me as all hell

I had thought to be commended, for so noble an act
She said it was mine too
And I would have liked to see
And bid farewell to memories

It had seemed to me so trivial,
A disbelief in my judgement.
Alas it would be some days
Before she speaks to me again