Buried in Treasure

He sleeps in a corner with thirteen cats
A blanket, a litter, the air still stands bitter,
a dragon guarding his gold
His house is a cave full of useless things
Pictures and pieces lie scattered in bins, but then, they’re diamonds and dreams
And he will stay there til the end of his days
Gathering memories in trashcans and trays
Days are wasted, in a careless hole and (??)
as I watch him wither away
Buried in treasures
His fingers are dancing through dresses and skirts, searching through mountains
of sweaters and shirts for a sign or the smell of her smile
To keep them together, to keep her alive, so he wont remember that day that she
died
And his heart oh travels back in time
Gathering memories in trashcans and trays
Days are wasted, in a careless hole and (??)
as I watch him wither away
Buried in treasures
Just a change, stays the same