How Long Until the Toy Chest Closes

[The Rider]

With our playthings strewn across the carpet
You were told she wouldn't be there anymore, then
JENGA!
Life came crashing down among us.

Comforting your shoulder with one hand,
The other scoops our own toys closer to the chest;
Death now infringes on our slowly shrinking room.

But we are not yet old enough to leave these walls
And soon the baubles spread again into just another daily chaos,
Leaving someone else to notice what we do not, that this is us:
Life not freed by life, but youth.

[qimissung]

The somber tone, the insight gone unnoticed. This is well-done, but I have to admit that I don't know what it's about-death, the loss of youth, or something else entirely?

[a_little_wisp]

The somber tone, the insight gone unnoticed. This is well-done, but I have to admit that I don't know what it's about-death, the loss of youth, or something else entirely?

... Or the loss of someone close, or is that a really big stretch?

"You were told she wouldn't be there anymore."

I dunno, but I really really like this, and I probably saw this that way because my parents were divorced when my brother and I were young. We made it through the worst because we had each other - were were each other's finest playmates, and today we're dearest friends. I loved this, especially the last line.