Between silly drama production posters, reminding me of my dramatic days,
To photographs imprinting a still frozen time in my childhood,
Papers with words, and cards, and love notes and elementary school novels,
Strings used to measure my height & movie tickets,
Medals, certificates and plaques.
Diaries, after diaries.
Even folders of grade school essays, agendas and (embarrassing) poetries...
Every piece of item taken out of the drawer,
is like a piece of memory I seized between my fingertips.
& each are fragments of the puzzle pieces picking apart of me.
All stuffed into a cardboard box, taped and sealed,
To photographs imprinting a still frozen time in my childhood,
Papers with words, and cards, and love notes and elementary school novels,
Strings used to measure my height & movie tickets,
Medals, certificates and plaques.
Diaries, after diaries.
Even folders of grade school essays, agendas and (embarrassing) poetries...
Every piece of item taken out of the drawer,
is like a piece of memory I seized between my fingertips.
& each are fragments of the puzzle pieces picking apart of me.
All stuffed into a cardboard box, taped and sealed,
Like history, one day, to be opened at a different place and time.
& whenever that day comes,
I know for sure I'll remember
exactly how I'm feeling right now.
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