“Yesterday
when I cleaned my room
I found the past
hidden
between old school books
Dust and
Old magazines.
Your face smiled at me
from photographs
I had forgotten about.
Pictures
that brought back memories
I had safely stored in the back of my mind.
I sat here for a while and
thought about you.
I wonder if you kept my stuff
or threw it away
like I should have done.
Instead I placed your face in
my spanish grammar book - past tenses.
And shoved your smile between
Algebra and geometry.
I filled the box to the top,
sealed it
and wrote
School Stuff.
I hid it somewhere in the basement.
Maybe in ten years I will open this box again.
Maybe then I will leave it behind.
Long forgotten
Dusty smiles
Your voice has faded
into a distant memory.
I lie awake that night
and wonder if I can ever throw away
a part of me
no matter how sad and broken.”
--Dusty
Smile
