Decided to leave with you all the things you gave me. couldn't have them touching me, burning through skin. you brought them back. now i have this black box, sealed forever, bearing all those tokens. cannot open. cannot throw away. a memory explosive.

There's something i did keep.

That night in May, remember, when our hotel happened to be in the middle of the FCP celebration, the crazy happy madness, and we stood on the balcony and below thousands of blue people celebrated us, the king and the queen, and it rained silver and gold, and the glittery paper straps flew into our room through the open balcony doors.

I kept one.

Couldn't throw away.