February 2021 Writing Prompts: #2 Little By Little

A picture of dog and a cat under a Christmas tree

flowers pressed in a book

that I obediently read

because it was gift of words that meant so much to you.

You left the receipt in it,  I still don’t know why.

Tickets to a concert that  you were going to take someone else to

I found them just before Valentines Day.

I still have them and I  take them out sometimes

and laugh.

Nights in White Satin, indeed.

Little by little the door to that room in the back of my head

swings open with a creak and when it does

I kick it closed again

firmly

before the howling starts.