I empty out all of my heart’s remains onto the kitchen table. These are all of the pieces that connected my past to my present, held my hands steady when I panicked, and kept my mind from going off into the dark places even though some have sadness that slip into them.
Daughter’s first tooth
Card after card from an old friend
A guitar pick
A few more things no one else would find comfort in.
I slip off my ring, and place it with them. Then I look at my life’s work for a second, letting the sadness crawl up inside my body. It reaches my mouth, but I do not scream.
I carefully, one by one, place the objects back into the box. And I walk up the stairs slowly to prolong my time with them. I enter my bedroom.
My knees kiss the hardwood floor beside my bed, as I tuck the box in its safe place.
I stand for with a soft sigh.
And for now,
I am done with the remembering.