Today I made a memory of you
A perfectly contained thought
that could be placed in a box on a shelf in my mind
and retrieved whenever I say the word, “Go”
It’s safer that way, isn’t it?
But what if it all falls apart?
What if one day I run down the aisle to find it all mislabeled
where shelves are arranged by date instead of topic
I didn’t mean to lose you
I swear you were important