I do not know these things by heart,
but my heart knows them well.
I unwrap each tiny package,
letting the contents fall into my waiting fingers.
I know the ones that matter as soon as
I feel them land
smooth and cool to the touch
in my hand and I
hold them for a moment and feel their weight,
so much more than their size,
and I wish they were people so I could give them a hug and tell them,
god, I’ve missed you,
it’s great to see you again.