The tiny clothes
I pulled out of
the storage closet
took me back
like pieces of a story
returning to you.
The plaid jumper
from her kindergarten picture.
The t-shirt printed with
I had my birthday party
at Aero Gymnastics.
The wooden puzzles
of shapes and pictures
fitting into their perfect frames.
The blocks with letters
and numbers on all sides--
the ones she pulled
in their wooden wagon
with the red string.
So many memories
poured out of the closet.
So much of who she was
who I was
who we were together.
It seems crazy now
that we don't need
these things anymore
when I once thought
that time would last forever.
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