Cheers to the being who does not keep

A hidden box at the top of the closet

Or in some corner of the heart

Or in its mind

Where it is covered

By the cobwebs of memory

A box that contains bits and pieces of paper

Words and dialogues

Quotes and lyrics

Photographs of smiles

And pictures of views

Letters that haven’t been opened in years

And phone numbers that will never be used

Pens whose souls left them

When their inks ran dry

And papers who knew they had died

When dust came to reside on them

Where once fingers touched,

And tears smiled.

A box

The box

The most dreaded box

The most loved one

The one there

But not really.

Cheers to the being

Who can let it go

Who can but throw

Away the things

That matter no more.

And I will come

looking for you

soon

but I have a box

as of now

to look after.