I find

an old box in the corner of my mind

A veil of dust, thick

Cautiously, I open it

Your laugh, the one

that struggles to be contained

Wafts to the surface

in a puff of pain

I quickly close the box

Shove it away

I think

about donating the contents, realize

No one would value them

as much as me

However, nothing

in the box matches my life anymore.