I know it might not seem much
Just a tiny fragment of a memory in a box
Not even wrapped up, just sat there lonely with some old documents
The ones that smell of old books, of long-gone DNA, of happiness, of sadness
But it counts for a lot, more than I bargained for in fact
It’s like time is looping in on itself, and I can sense on the object your touch, your breath, your thoughts the last time you touched it
I think about how you probably weren’t aware it was the last time
And yet here we are, we fast forward, still frame like a movie
Me opening the box and holding this little treasure
It’s not valuable, there’s no exchange for currency
Even if there was, I’m not selling
I don’t want to hold it too long, I don’t want its magic to evaporate into the air
Into the air, out of sight, into the universe until it’s just microscopic specks of your memory
Nope, I just want to hold this tight, be cocooned by your memories and legacy
I wish you knew that although you’re gone, it’s these little pieces of you and your life that linger and keep you alive in my heart and mind and soul
I wish