I was cleaning my wardrobe yesterday
Dusty suits that forgot my face
Worn-down clothes
Eaten by moths
I found a box
A shoe box so old
It wasn’t mine
Or someone else’s
Not heavy
Too light either
I blew on it once
To clear the surface dust
Rough cardboard lid
And then I remembered what it was
After opening it
It was once a bank
Once a house
Once a toy track with twisted wheels
Once the safest place
To stash all the candies and cards you won in a game
But most of all, it was a memory
A memory I’ve kept in a similar box
Not in a wardrobe
But in my mind
So long ago
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
I was cleaning my wardrobe yesterday
Dusty suits that forgot my face
Worn-down clothes
Eaten by moths
I found a box
A shoe box so old
It wasn’t mine
Or someone else’s
Not heavy
Too light either
I blew on it once
To clear the surface dust
Rough cardboard lid
And then I remembered what it was
After opening it
It was once a bank
Once a house
Once a toy track with twisted wheels
Once the safest place
To stash all the candies and cards you won in a game
But most of all, it was a memory
A memory I’ve kept in a similar box
Not in a wardrobe
But in my mind
So long ago
