It’s just a shoebox.
Except… it’s not.
It’s filled with memories.
It’s filled with photos and smiling faces,
It’s filled with plane tickets,
It’s filled with souvenirs,
It’s filled with entire friendships woven in single bracelets.
I search my messy closet, I open up the shiny cardboard Box,
with the white Nike sign bulging out against the dark black,
the memories and emotions all come back with a single glance.
I close my eyes,
Tears run down my face.