Remember
The letter I shouldn’t have written
The bottles I never recycled
The broken glass of a chandelier I never saw illuminated
The color I splashed on my eyelids
to make the world a little less gray.
The music that dispelled my fears
The script from the musical that started it all
The pins I got from that concert,
the black shirt I got from the other.
The hair dye I never ended up using.
The haikus we wrote off the top of our heads
The artistic license we used for said haikus.
And the heart that shouldn’t have been broken
The one I can’t repair,
Not with the $10 of embroidery floss on the closet floor,
Not with the roll of thin sapphire ribbon,
And not with any excuse or apology.