Standing in the attic,
Surrounded by cobwebs and dust,
I stare at the boxes.
***
Moving day was coming,
And I needed to shed myself of some belongings.
***
Picking up boxes,
Feeling their weight,
Something catches my eye.
***
I shuffle to the corner of the attic,
Opening the box and gasp.
***
There it was,
The middle school art project I thought I lost years ago.
***
My tan ceramic vase,
With a chip at the top,
From when I dropped it.
***
I smile,
As I hold it tight,
Vowing not to lose it again.
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Amethyst Champagne
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