locker

i attempt to store you away, not in a concealed box, but perhaps, sitting on a bookshelf. where i can still see you, but you're not as significant, because you're just there, with the many other things on my bookshelf. sometimes, i forget you're there. sometimes, when im too busy, i can forget you for two days in a row. but it never lasts for long, i walk past my bookshelf and out of the corner of my eye i see you. and i'll reach out; i always come back to you.

i think, there are only two choices: keep you, or throw you away.

i still can't make up my mind.