Putting My Feet in the Dirty Prompt#14- The Tear Keeper
Each memory
each word
each touch
each smile, smirk and curse
I have ever seen or felt
sits on a shelf in a room
that I visit
when I am happy
when I am tired
when I am angry.
Each memory
every face
every taste
every breath of wind that blew against my face when I was walking alone
sits on a shelf
that I visit
when I am angry
when I am tired
when I am happy and having a good day.
Some of my memories are fragile, some are as sharp as broken glass, some are warm to the touch, some are deathly cold. But I’ve given them a home on those shelves and I treat them with respect and care.
And other memories are in boxes in my shed
I keep the door chained shut I won’t let anyone in
and I feed what I keep in them twice a day.
We roar together
we gnash our teeth together
we enjoy the darkness together and sometimes we enjoy the light together too.
They are my favorites
of course.
And I always visit them when I write.