Digging through the slush pile, I stumbled upon what I believe is the second poem I ever wrote. I was thinking of changing its rhyming blank verse into something with a more controlled meter, but when I focused on the subject matter, I couldn’t do it. One might ignore memories, or even try to forget them, but they cannot be changed.
MY DRAWER OF MEMORIES
By Mike Patrick
A business card, a locket, half a broken heart,
A note, some letters and two small keys:
Add them all together and it’s just the smallest part
Of the things that you can find in my drawer of memories.
A poster we picked up on that trip in May,
Four pressed blossoms you picked from dogwood trees,
The handkerchief you cried in on our wedding day:
They are all there together in my drawer of memories.
I only kept the good things
Because now you’re not with me.
Though we weren’t meant for diamond rings,
You’re safe in the drawer of my mind’s memory.