I got hit by a car today.

The driver apologized and gave me his card.

​He was a Funeral Assistant.

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The things that I can not share with you
could crowd a street.

They could line a beach
edges brimming with sand,
and filling up and spilling over.

They could make a trail
of all the places I have been
that you do not care to see.

They could mark my way back
to the places I wish I was.

​And you would never know.