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Memories in a Box
Memories in a Box
My memory boxes help me to look back in retrospect and remember
Every painfully sour day, every sugar-sweet one too
something I can’t live without
something I simply can't fathom losing
my memory boxes, all my favorite possessions
without it, my life would feel incomplete
From the water bottle from our first football game together
To the letter he wrote me when he ended us.
I still remember.
From the silver necklace he gave me on Valentine’s day with his initial on it
To the drawings he made for me in class
I still remember.
Even though he doesn’t love me anymore
The memories still hold all that love.
I think those two things can coexist
Heartbreak and happiness
Every wristband from every concert
Every ticket from every movie
Dying petals from every rose he ever gave me
Every small detail, I still remember
thanks to my memory boxes, my prized possessions,
I still remember.
So, even though he doesn’t love me anymore
I can keep the bracelets he gave me,
The sweet notes he left in my locker,
Every small detail,
I still remember.
Even though our love was lost, our memories are still alive
without my memory boxes, those memories would fade
but because I kept every detail important to us,
To me,
I know that I will be okay.
My memory boxes preserve my memories
No, I don’t throw anything away
Even the smallest of gestures, I keep.
Even though it makes me sad knowing he’s gone,
I can keep the memories and remember the fun times we had together
Without my memory boxes, what would I have to remember us,
When I’m grey and old?
These memories are priceless, yet they could never be sold.
From the dress I wore when he told me he loved me for the first time,
To the wrapper from the lollipop he bought me at the fair,
To the letter he sent me in despair,
I need these memories to help me grow
To remember what life was like long ago.
Every sweet day, every sour one too, I remember you.
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