Load

A delivery truck sits, rusty and worn,

dust on the windows, and memories scorn.

Sunlight glints off the chipped paint and steel,

a moment from summers, so vibrant, so real.

Helped my dad move, where the words fell like leaves,

conversations tangled, as silence deceives.

Yet here stands a truck, holding stories untold,

a vessel of laughter, of warmth, and of cold.