In the Closet
Through the kitchen, down the hall, in the last room on the left. There's a box in the closet. Small and square, behind some sweaters. Safe in a quiet place, yet always on my mind...
More than just a trinket, it's like an amulet
For when I hold it in my hands, my head and heart forget.
A talisman of testimony, to what was once so true
This tiny little object that makes me think of you.
I keep it there, but take it out when I need to smile
Sometimes for a little bit, sometimes for a while.
I forget the pain of losing you and instead remember
The happiness that we had, when we were together.
Just a silly little thing that some others might toss out
But if you open up that box, you would know without a doubt,
Why I kept it all this time, tucked away, secure.
The memories of little things,
So deep. So true. So pure.