Epistles for my thorned metaphors

reminiscing the memory of my handkerchief

reminiscing the memory of the past. hey, still remember the handkerchief you gave in the midday after seeing my tears fell like a river? after seeing me break into tiny components like a fragile seashell?

i had used this handkerchief in my entire life. cool, this is my favorite color. the lavender that smells like your perfume.

i had wipe this handkerchief with my own tears, sweats, dirt from my ice cream, from the food i ate. and i embrace it when i long for you.

this handkerchief witness my downfall. the handkerchief you have to me years ago is now a big parf of my life. you know i am sentimental, that's why i keep it like a pirate's treasure.

because in this handkerchief, i remember you. it smells like you.