It was a pretty
tough task. But
I finally managed
to close the lid
on that particular
box of memories,
turn the ornate
key that locks it,
and place it on a high
shelf out of sight—
with some other stuff
that's all used up
but still feels a little
too precious to ditch.
It's a very mixed feeling—
like the silence
after the end
of the First Act, or like
lingering at the table
after the most
incredible lunch
and daydreaming
about when and what
you'll eat next.
