The boy who gave me cloth oragami hearts

and engraved sheet music and silk black roses

didn’t last though he put in all the right moves.

He was here for the lesson that you should really

appreciate what you’ve got while you have it.

 

Then there was the one who brought me postcards

from all around the world and tried to write all

the things he thought I needed to hear – that was

my fault I wasn’t in the right place for that kind of

genuine sweetness. And now he’s got someone who

can recipricate and keep better track of memories.

 

There were some poets resting at the bottom oft

heir ink wells making skeletons out of nothing and

storms out of a single cloud. They all had potential

to be incredible – but took the craft too far for their

own good. And like can find like but it’s truly opposites

that attract when it comes to the heart.

 

And now I know what my voice sounds like – I’m not

afraid to speak and my honey, he makes mistakes

so do I, but we always come back from them with

the help of each other. Plus he can always make me

laugh at the end of days that have me in tears.

 

There’s something to be said for the way we carry

trinkets through our lives and the mementos of the

chapters that just didn’t need to expand –

but the silk flowers, the postcards, the poetry

 

I still have it all.

 

-M. Rene’