Give and Take

I don't care to let anyone in
because then they know
just where you have been

You are a people collector
a hoarder of souls
i think you know
you need to let them go

You gather them
as you would bees in a jar
or like postcards held
in cellophaned pages

You'll have to let them be
open the lid
rip out a leaf

people crave for a time
a bit of their own
to spend on themselves
to share with a friend