A girl I went to college wrote this poem.  I love it.


your words i take

wrap in tissue and store

in places where I dream,

to take out on days when

the sun doesn’t glow

or on days when it does


alone in the quiet

I take them out unwrap

them and hold them

in my hands-like birds

to small to fly


then witnessed by nothings

but silence and imaginings

I smile back

and say brilliant things