Jar On a Shelf

We filled our jar. Our big, glass jar on that shelf. But it was never meant to be big enough. We made 5-star memories. Rotten tomatoes were all over our jar. 1st date: Simple. Movie & dinner. Every other date: Too cute for words. We'd drive home through the night, burning away the starlight. I would take back roads that I, yes, had been down before ... 10 years ago. Just to be lost with her. We stayed out too late on school nights. We overused that stupid . OXOX meant much more than just hugs and kisses. And she kissed ME first. I felt so unmanly. But it was OK. Now I'm back in this place. Our glass jar has since fallen. Pieces are everywhere. I'm slowly brining them back. I cut myself on each edge. The pain is no nice, though. It makes the experience come to life. Oh, to have sealed, labeled, and stored our jar. In our pantry. For our children. Nope, you'll never return those pieces still stuck in the bottoms of your rubber soule.