Little Jars
Memories...
Carefully arranged on oaken shelf
Some with labels and some without
All to help me find and define myself.
Some with rusted lids never touched
Some remains of what I've killed
Some polished too often taken down
Some empty waiting to be filled.
A few carelessly shoved out of reach
Their contents long past, forgotten
Others balanced on shelves edge
Some ignored and reek as if rotten.
I keep my memories in little jars
Filed chronologically in alphabetic order
Ice cream on sunny day,
First kiss existing on my consciousness border.
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