All the memories of You, of us, these small glass bottles containing these dear moments, what would have been wisest to do with them?
Keep them? But for what reason?
Smash them to get rid of them?
But then the content would get out and haunt me.
So I just did hide them in different secret places.
Some days someone unknowing seems to stumble over one of them and break it.
© AngelikaJahn 2012