Memory Box

I found years worth of memories in an old shoebox

Old school notes from friends

And a diary that once locked

“Do you like Peter?”

“Are you my best friend?”

And just who was this “Wally” that I spoke of back then??

Calendars with memories marked in each box

Teen milestones of date nights I’d almost forgot

I stumbled on stories that just made me laugh

And some others that I’d rather be left in the past

It was always the crushes that made my diary pages

Then they just disappear until the next one emerges

Feuds with girlfriends were always worse than with guys

As each one of us tried on different disguises.

Soon life’s grown-up headaches worked its way on my pages

Incidents that set off a litany of writing rages

A book for each year with some gaps here and there

And I’m still writing…who will read them?  Do I even care?

I spent days reading thru memories of years gone past

And wonder, if I don’t keep them, will these memories still last?

Yes, half of my life is stuffed in that box

Secrets not kept since the diary won’t lock!