Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
We try
to soften the blow
with bubbles
that snap and
make us giggle
as we pack
and unpack
our memories,
long damaged
from the traumas of our past
and fears
of the future.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
A laugh.
A sigh.
A jump.
Then back into the box it goes,
intentionally leaving
behind a small
squishy scrap
so that we can…
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Remember
with fondness
and not pain.
Namastè
©NicholeDonjè
