Troves

The box of letters 

we keep in the closet by the guest room. 

Or the 23 journals I’ve penned 

full of laughter and angst.  

And, more quietly, 

the memories of that summer at camp. 

The ticket stubs from those shows 

when we felt meaning in our bones. 

A study-abroad romance. 

A lost friends’ beautiful laugh. 

The words left unsaid.