Boxed Emotion

rejected memories rest
on my dressing table
hidden in a hand-me-down keds box


stationary bleached with tears
photographs torn
solitary dehydrated yellow rose


walking away as if the first time
fantastical dreams returned
one tear sluices a spellbound emotion


releasing the truth
admitting my fate
consumed and discarded


i am a forgotten valentine

Haggai 2:23

Standing in a line
transported back to recess
pigtails disheveled; heart disillusioned
my eyes on the best of the group
hearing their names called aloud
Mike…
Beth…
Jim…
my heart sinks
will I be called last?
Will I be left standing alone?
I hear a familiar voice
His eyes focused on me
I have been chosen
He wants me for His very own
I am His
His alone.