Feelings Attic
I cleaned out
the closet
of my mind
one by one
pulling
your memory
off wire hangers
Putting it
in the soft
black boxes
in the corner
of my
feelings attic
In the dresser
of my heart
I found
fragrant sachet
laced in
the crimson
of sweet
soft kisses
you gave to me
wrapped in
clear plastic
put away
to preserve it
from the dust
of past heartache
and lonely tears
with the thought
of your embrace
I washed
away the dirt
envisioning
your smile
...then sat and
cried awhile
