their labels carry our love.

Coarse Mandarin, twilight day;
Grasping straw words and ripping them apart.
This house is too big, too hollow you say;
Gossamer curtains, entropic heart.

I will close these doors for you but
pain, you mustn't feel alone.
This physical space constrains us yet
their labels; they carry our love.

So for all which you bear, each
withering, silvering hair; 
fall gently in the remembering, 
of what we all 
still call
home.

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their labels carry our love attempts to capture the unexplainable, enigmatic power which man-made names lend to the harsh reality of life.