sometimes i wish
i could keep memories
in a dainty little music box
and take them out
to relive them again
once in a while

how wonderful it would be
to go through all
the highs and the lows,
your first time on a bicycle
without training wheels
(how proud you were then)
the first time holding hands
with your first special someone

but then again,
some memories seem like
reliving would ruin them
because repeating the moments
that once made your heart shiver
would make them less special,

wouldn't it?