Glass Jars

I keep your tears in a glass jar,
Memories flowing like a river
Down the side, streaking the glass
With stripes of every emotion
You managed to evoke in the
Presence of my wounded heart,
Making sure I won't be so sad and
Gloomy, bringing the sunshine
Back to my life again, and again,
And again.

I keep your love by my heart,
Squeezed between my lungs,
So everytime I think of you, you
Take my breath away, quite
Literally; it isn't poetic license
Or hyperbole, and it sure as Hell
Isn't a metaphor, quite literally
Everytime I see you, I feel as if
All the oxygen in the world had
Been stuffed in my heart.

I keep your smiles in my wallet,
And carry it around everywhere
I go, right next to my driver's permit
And my school ID, my identity
Belonging to you, you little
Identity theft, my little crook, stealing
My heart and placing it behind your
Bed or inside your backpack, showing
Your friends that you are mine and
I am yours.

I keep your laugh in my mind,
And a block of lead around my heart,
Keeping me tethered to reality
And making sure I don't drift away
Into the darkness of space, of where
Our only neighbor's will be Halley and
Dione, circling us, orbiting us, reminding us
That maybe we're not as crazy as we thought
We were, and maybe we should stop keeping
Memories so hidden away.