If these walls
could talk
these shelves
and set-aside
spaces
you might think
I love her
and I do
one hundred times
I do
and have
for so long
I no longer remember
first glance,
first conversation
first spark of friendship
but this
and this
and this
tell our story —
part of it
most of it
the sum of it —
easy to turn pages
in this space
and remember
the miles we traveled,
the endless stories,
the memories
gathered in pockets
to take home
for safe keeping.
Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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