Buried Treasure
I kept everything
That’s what I told you
and I meant it
Our green couch didn’t make the move
My red lipstick expired
And the horses that crunched from our hands
have moved on to greener pastures
But I kept it
I kept everything from your front teeth scraping mine until now
And wanted you to know
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The memory always remains … that “front teeth scraping mine” was perfectly placed here, and then there’s that last line ringing there, too …
Kevin
The first and last line tell us the story. The poem hits every chord in your coda.
This is beautiful. That line! “I kept everything from your front teeth scraping mine until now”
“I kept everything from your front teeth scraping mine until now”
a poignant memory. Perfect!
Great story….