Favorite.
So, I was sitting here hole punching my chemistry worksheets and I thought about freshman year. I was in my one class and I was joking around with my friend, Erika. And I was like “Hey, do you happen to have a hole puncher on you?” and to my surprise, she did. She pulls this three hole hole puncher out of her purse. It was definitely the most unexpected thing ever. Ha. Like seriously. Who carries one of those around with them? Hahaha. Definitely one of my favorite high school memories so far. Yeah. Just thought I’d share. :D
Things
Covered in dust
And never used
I do not use hole punchers
For I do not use paper.
It is a knickknack
With purpose, but neglected
Carving a space on my desk
With others of its kind.
This knickknack is a memory
Of a once loving person
Given as a gift, to me
To win my affection.
It sits, forgotten and unused
No, not forgotten
For I am aware of its presence
And the story it tells.
Ignored then, behind other things
Like money boxes, cameras
On my desk
Just one of many things.
Things tell a story
I have told this one
To lay it to rest
My neglected, loved, knickknack.
