July 9th.

In the back corner

Of the jewelry chest of hidden things 

One, and two, and three - 

 

One she gave me

Dolores told her granddaughter 

“Don’t forget us on the journey 

To becoming you.”

 

Two I intended to give

When we broke each other’s hearts 

I kept it with a fake promise

To try to forget about you. 

 

Three found its way to me 

When Dolores departed, and when he was long gone 

And it glimmers with a special kind of intensity 

Of remembering the pretty things in the memories - 

And within you.