There’s a reason we save things

sometimes we forget.

Years later, they become a thought,

oh, if we might only remember,

there could be moments, reminders,

post-its with amorous words

pictures, showing a togetherness,

clippings of letters and frames,

holding eyes looking at each other

memories we might remember.

A memory case could hold fortunes,

Things meant never be thrown away,

in the hands of another no worth

only the hands of whom may matter.

If I could hold a memory case in my hands,

I wish that you might hold it with me.