If I could take ev’ry moment that we
spent together and put it in a jar,
and place it on a shelf for a long time
and paint it black and forget about it
It wouldn’t erase all of the wine stains
or fix all the migraines or angry nights.
The memories would still be memories
and I would still be lost in the desert.
I would if I could, I would take that jar
and smash it against the wall of our lives
and let the moments fall to the carpet
because, like us, nothing lasts forever.