hope folded small

what to give that will not clutter will not mar inspire utter scorn or tarnish glean in spaces emptied now and clean?

what to offer that sustains yet not too long or stains too strong prolongs the pain of holding tight too much the past you cannot bear or everlast the sight?

maybe bits of moments torn like paper fit to size and worn could be enough not fluff but stuff we made together then in fairer weather maybe can suffice as christmas wishes twice as nice.

maybe hope all folded small in scraps will give the dawn recall another hue like light or wonder new not jaded blue that even christmas cannot woo.

in case it’s true i offer you these bits to hold unfold or lose reuse like moments crumpled in the wash but smoothed when dry with caution wry and eased by rhyme by kindness breath and time.