If you were an email,
I’d mark you with stars,
tuck you away in a quiet corner,
where your words would be safe,
for keeping.

If you were a song,
I’d let your melody spill through me,
again and again,
holding each note in a playlist,
for keeping.

If you were a quote,
I’d trace your meaning, line by line,
etch you softly in the pages of my heart,
for keeping.

If you were a drink,
I’d savor each drop slowly,
letting the taste linger on my lips,
for keeping.

If you were a breath of fresh air,
I’d inhale you gently,
fill my lungs with your essence,
for keeping.

If you were a photograph,
I’d gaze into your stillness,
press you into the folds of memory,
for keeping.

If you were a clay vessel,
I’d plant beauty in your depths,
let you bask in sunlight’s warmth,
for keeping.

If you were mine,
I’d cradle your soul tenderly,
hold you through the ages of time,
for safe keeping.


— Sincerely, Boris