There are moments in my life
that I carry within me.
I flip through them
as if they were polaroid’s,
memories preserved in sepia tones,
the colour in them beginning to fade
around the edges.
There are some moments
from when I was growing up,
seconds caught with friends and family,
moments that I found with people
who brought me joy
within the dark.
I put those memories aside
and pick up a new box that glitters.
I hold the box gently,
almost with reverence.
I’ve held this box before.
As I take the lid off the box
so that I can look inside,
some of the glitter from the inside
spills on to my fingers.
I take the photos in my hand and,
as I flip through them,
I see your face in every photo.
We are with friends and family,
but my gaze is drawn to your face,
to the light that comes from you.
You are my joy within the dark,
the light that shows me the way.
As I look back through every moment
that you have given me,
I am reminded again why I love you
and why you are the light that shone
though the shadows.
I could see nothing but shadows
until you came into my life
to show me how much light was within me.
As I flip through each moment we’ve lived together,
the sparkles have multiplied,
covering every inch of me,
so that when my light shines from within,
it reflects and shines and glows,
a multifaceted light burns so brightly.
I rub the cover of the box gently as I put the photos away,
my memories caught in time and stardust,
and slide the back on the shelf,
knowing that I will be back soon.
I turn from looking within me to look beside me.
You sit beside me
and I wonder what I did to deserve you,
what kind of intergalactic lottery I won
so that I can wake up to you every day
and fall asleep beside you every night.
I look at you and you take my hand in yours.
At your touch,
I can feel the sparkles within
beginning to multiply
and make my light grow