In the littered love letters, and keep sakes from Maggie the Cat’s 9 lives we will find something to cherish.
I’m scared to be this naked with another.
Will you still see me?
In the cast off clothes, and lost lip gloss- the old sandals with holes
and the pillows that matched the bed skirt we found and gave to Goodwill.
We are leaving my home, soon. The place I carved out as mine- my sanctuary in the storm
and there isn’t room in our new life for my old self.
Maybe just a little trinket found in that “box” upon another shelf.