nostalgia

there is a box
where memories are kept
words and images that imperfectly represent
nonrepresentative moments
of times that felt documentable
because of their singularity, perhaps
their tangibility to external observers, most likely

these are the memories kept
the box remains closeted
recollections unindulged
progress in the present by gathering dust

sometimes i fail at
attempting to recall time spent
without the aid of these relegated abstracts
without any consecration to language or photos
time spent, time past, time unremembered
nameless worth beyond steady motion to a next forgettable moment
sometimes i can't wait for time to pass