black box.

every time
i am on
the move,
i am reminded
that you
once cared,
where i lived,
if i was warm,
if i was safe.

i’m packing up
again and
i found
the black box;
all your gifts,
some words,
and our photos.
i’ll never forget,
wherever i go.

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