tchotchkes

I do not know these things by heart,

but my heart knows them well.

I unwrap each tiny package,

carefully,

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.

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