A Memory Jar

Aktualisiert: 3. Apr.




I wish I had a memory jar;


a jar for every laugh we shared;


a red dotted lid I could open to smell our adventures and to feel your warm hands one more time.


I wish I had preserved our time before it had disappeared into the air.


I wish I had known that we weren’t meant to last and that I would not get the chance to listen to your voice forever



...not even from a memory jar.