Hunched and hollowed;
Concealed, sitting in this musty closet.
Clutching memories to my chest and
Spreading out the others across this
Dusty darkened floor.
So dim, like these remembrances...
Straining to see through tears and years.
Some deeper wounds don’t fade with time,
Like yours, sweet long gone child of mine.
Advised against this self infliction,
I cannot stay away from my secret addiction.
Infused with your smells and special things,
I force myself to keep you here with me.
Inside my heart and this compartment.
Watching you grow in my imagination: older, taller.
Exquisite bittersweet daydreams
Of you still here and needing me.
So, gently back into the box my treasure;
Rest for now…time is not measured.
Soon I’ll return and once again
Hold your glossy framed grin
Against my broken heart.
Copyright © Kelly McDonald | Year Posted 2006