Thursday, January 26, 2012

I don't forget.

There's an empty box up on the shelf,
at least that's what I tell myself--
the kind with dust and curled up edge
and paper peeling off its top.

In truth, it holds a couple things
that I have stored from memories--
the articles that don't exist
but did, and now left set aloft.

I walk on and it haunts me less.
But I don't forget.
I don't forget.

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