“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson


I bought a real notebook
bound
with real paper
blank.

and

I used blue ink
and
an unsteady hand
and
wrote down



all of our memories.  



then, cried.

in the shower
and
while washing the dishes. 


and


when that photo of us 
fell on 
my ugly slippers.