Today I reached for a box from a shelf,
Knowing it’s contents
Would wound like a thousand paper cut.
Inside was laughter and pain,
And as I fingered
The jewels inside,
Turning and remembering so many
Moments of beauty
I had turned my back to.
I had walked in all directions
To avoid the promise of happiness.
These memories came rushing
And the tears came falling.
Tomorrow I will plant a flower
In reverence of the lovers
I ran from and the wonders I left behind.