Tent

The old tent still sits in the garage


High, on the highest shelf



Many times I've wanted to throw it away


But I would be disposing a piece of myself



I still smile when I see it there


Though I know it's faded, musky and torn



Strings broken, pegs lost, poles bent


Yet every time I see it, memories are reborn



Our first camping trip


When it was brand new


When I first said


I love you



On our honeymoon


That's where we wanted to be


It was a 5 star hotel


To you and me



And every summer


The kids and us


Would spend two weeks


It was such a fuss



Even when they were older


They tagged along


With kids of their own


It's where we all belonged



But now, it sits high on a shelf


Full of cobwebs, dust and time



A memory of how it used to be


Now silent in its decline



I know I should throw it out


But I don't need the space



Now, I'm all alone, you are gone


When I see it,
I see your face



February 2, 2013