special box

A short excerpt about a my special little memento box 📦💌

there’s a special box
that sits in another box
safely tucked away
in the corner of my room.

i’ve always been a sentimental person,
holding on to old things
longer than i need
people, objects, memories.

it’s strange though, isn’t it?
how the space you once held for them
became an attic in a house left quiet,
blanketed in dust, debris and thick cobwebs,
remnants of a life once lived
left just as they were.

how mementos that had brought joy,
now become painful reminders
of a past you can never return to.

but i hold on to them nonetheless.

the stickers, love letters and sweet notes,
the dainty trinkets, beloved dog tags and collars,
the decade-old movie tickets
and silly birthday cards,
the stale perfumes and brittle red roses,
the heavy feelings that sneak up on me
and bring me to tears.

i’ll keep holding onto them in this special box
revisiting them again and again
before placing them back in the other box
safely tucked away
in the corner of my room.

because i loved them all deeply once,
and what a blessing it is
to have loved and be loved,
even for a brief moment in time.