Shoebox Memories

Looking back into memory

Things that should be thrown away

I’ll keep all of me

In a tiny shoebox

 

All the letters I never sent

And those I received

The feelings that kept me bent

In a tiny shoebox

 

How do I let out what I want to say?

How can I still be me?

 

Pictures drawn about me

Pictures drawn for

Our idiosyncrasies

In sync in a tiny shoebox

 

Souvenirs from dances

Like wilted roses

I reread chances

I took in a tiny shoebox

 

I won’t say it’s not a chore

Because what I keep I miss

 

I miss you most of all