Mementos

You keep the small box well hidden but accessible. In case you’re in the mood to sift through its contents. Which you often are. You always promise yourself it’ll be the last time. One more look. Then you can let go. But each time you run your fingers over those items that used to belong to him—that technically still do—you think about how many baseball games are won in extra innings. How the score at the bottom of the ninth becomes meaningless once the tenth inning begins. What came before no longer matters—only what happens next.