memories
I have a box stuffed full of memories
On the highest closet shelf
(In the deepest drawer of my heart)
And sometimes I take one out
Carefully
Only one
And I study it, roll it around
In my hands and in my mind
Like a smooth cool stone
Or a waxy leaf
Or a tiny grain of sand
And I fall in love with it
Hugged tight to my chest
And I can feel it beating there
Like a precious little bird
Who sings just for me
(The value of one is so great)
But when the box stuffed full
Of memories spills over
All out on the floor at once
I suffocate and drown
And fight them off like crows
(Feelings are too great to bear)
Let me have the memories
The small ones, one by one
(I don’t want to burn the box)
On the highest closet shelf
(In the deepest drawer of my heart)
And sometimes I take one out
Carefully
Only one
And I study it, roll it around
In my hands and in my mind
Like a smooth cool stone
Or a waxy leaf
Or a tiny grain of sand
And I fall in love with it
Hugged tight to my chest
And I can feel it beating there
Like a precious little bird
Who sings just for me
(The value of one is so great)
But when the box stuffed full
Of memories spills over
All out on the floor at once
I suffocate and drown
And fight them off like crows
(Feelings are too great to bear)
Let me have the memories
The small ones, one by one
(I don’t want to burn the box)