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.