There is a sage green box
forgotten
in the top of my closet
full of trinkets,
each one the talisman
of a memory.
love letters scrawled on
ripped out notebook paper
folded into hearts
ticket stubs to concerts
where we danced for hours
screaming every word
bottle caps and birthday cards
a gold tee and dried honey suckle
coins and polaroids
a tiny notebook
with my great grandmother’s handwriting
moments that have made up a life
that show when and where
it has been full of joy and love
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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I loved the image and sentiment you created with this poem. Stunning!