Memory Box
I visited a place today, a very special
place where you abide. I call it my memory box and I keep it tucked deep inside.
I open it so gently, not knowing what I will see. For
buried deep inside are memories of you and me. Memories of your gentle touch, and your smile I always see. Oh, there’s
so many memories, memories of you and me.
I gently sort thru each one and whisper “I LOVE
YOU.’ Then I place you back in the box---the memory box of me and you.
I tuck it back within my heart where no one else can
find and wipe the tears and put on a smile so everyone will think that I am fine. I visit you everyday, sometimes two or three,
in that memory box---the memory box of you and me.