your box

This is another box

of memories I trip upon

swept under the rugs

with a neatly folded T-shirt 

you once wore

ten times a week

with a neatly folded T-shirt

I once clutched to

every night I sleep

Then I had put it away when

you first stepped on my heart

and balanced your toe on it

with pages and chapters of

our moments together

I touch upon, also, to

movie tickets and

photographs

it is not only pain

nor only happiness I feel 

being under the lid

it is more like

a closure of my thoughts

because I still do not know

what to feel

when I think of you

There are days when I still 

laugh and cry

at all the wrong moments

and all the wrong places

With the box on my lap and

us inside me

I am packing my bags to

runaway 

yet I'm bringing the box with me

wherever I go

like a part of you

like a part of me

Because I live in your box of

memories now

and it might

one day

help me come back home

to where I belong

when I can feel the electricity

when you hold my hand