Ah my keeper of memories,
so glad I’m to see you!
Come on now, open up quickly
and remind me of who I was once again.
The swimmer’s cap still smells of the chlorine,
and there’s the worn out baseball cap I always had on,
I see the notepads that are filled with lots of trivial details,
And the songbooks of my favorite songs.
There’s the first love letter I got,
and here lies the photo of my first crush.
Our simple lives, meaningless worries,
You’re a true reminder of what I was.
The broken pencils remind me of my failed sketch attempts,
And the light-hearted mockery it brought on.
The abandoned story ideas all scream now,
still they presume I will sit down and write them now.
Oh, my keeper of memories, such things you keep,
Reminders of my young self, the truth of who I was.
I long to be back in those days, when I always had more to add,
But now it’s time for my last goodbye, so thank you for staying with me so long.
I think I wrote an elegy again while going for an ode. Well, it all depends on perspective, I suppose.