In The Box.
Among other things,
you will find a chip
from our favorite nightclub,
a newspaper clipping
announcing my departure,
another one announcing yours.
There's a photo of us
in the high school hallway
and one in front of our old house,
the first one I ever knew.
There are awards,
once important,
now scratched & stacked between
souvenire mugs.
You'll find an access pass
to that convention you just had to go to.
Keep looking and you'll find
letters with claims of love.
You'll find an apologetic card
from when you overreacted
and got mad at me for no reason.
There's even a note
that I wrote but never sent.
What you won't find is you.
Or me.
Or the way we loved.
You'll only find that in here.
Friday, February 16, 2018
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