escapril day 6: obsession
I collect pieces of life as I journey through time –
Bookmarking days and moments as mine –
Ribbons separating pages to say: ‘come back to this!’
Invitations, pictures and birthday cards,
Tickets and trinkets in a box of the past.
A diary to remember dreams,
A diary to remember days and
Another for comings and goings of thought,
In case they try to escape.
Though there are places I’ll never go back to,
And people I’ll never more see,
Thoughts I’ll never think again,
And scents I’ll never breathe,
With a simple snapshot or a word
Collected as souvenirs of me,
I can open my box of past things,
And find a scrapbook of who I’ve been.