I must confess,
I am a hoarder.
Every smile
that seemed especially
for me
Every first kiss,
awkward and sweet
Each handwritten letter
the longer,
the better
The pictures
even the terrible ones
All the corks
from all the wine
from all the times
we chased away sadness
with a drink,
or celebrated
with a clink
of our glasses
Every compliment
he ever gave me
(they don’t take up too much space)
Every memory I can’t erase…
I hoard them all
I keep them
and carry them
And forge my way down
the narrow path
that lies between
my treasured simple things -
always with eyes wide
and arms outstretched
because I can never have
too much.
It's already my favorite!
