perishable goods

i don't believe that
there is such a thing
as perishable good.
how can affection
cease to exist, or
a simple kiss, or
kind word, or helping
hand. the inexplicable
chemistry of laughter
and fun. i don't see
that it's possible
for love to die, or
friendships to slip
away as if they never
were. no, there is
no perishable good
in this world and
certainly not the next.
it's always still there,
perhaps in the shadows
that we make, in
the cold rooms where
we hide, or tucked
deep beneath some
wound we won't let
heal. but all, i
believe all such
good lives on, survives.