I am from sock drawers,
swimming pools and hot summer nights.
I am from the back alleyway of first kisses,
(Dark and envious,
it tasted like cigarettes).
I am from the night of the forest,
the howling hunt, whose wild calls
I remember as if I can still feel
the wind through my fur...
I am from Helen of Troy, and Roxanne's red light,
I am from the sacred garden, to the sin-filled box,
I am from the quiet, and the chaos!
I'm from old cardboard boxes with
old posters on their walls,
and even older stuff animals to hold.
I'm from dog beds and hand-me-downs,
from romantic movies with tragic endings,
I'm from paint stains and belfries,
hidden caves and bell jars,
I am from God. I am from the sea.
From the long-awaited "I love yous" to
the long-dreaded "goodbyes".
Under my bed was a memory I kept,
yellow and frayed and tear-stained,
but still as precious to me as the very first day.
I am from promises that were broken,
but brought me to life all the same.
