Memories: A Human Delicacy

I see her beautiful smile and hear her laugh in my dreams.
And I hold these memories like treasures, 
keep them tight to my seams.
They’re all that’s left, and now, they’re my only unit of measure.

I relish in them like chocolates, careful with the wrapper, 
This one tastes just like you saying “google it” after dropping an obscure fact. 
This one looks like your laugh lines, and tastes like you saying “it’s because I smile a lot”—and it’s true, because when I picture you, you’re smiling there, too. 

I savour them—admire where they’re from.
They all have an aftertaste of eternal love and light. 
A single memory, and yet it holds such a large sum. 
My favourite flavour is you kissing me goodnight. 

But then, I fold them up.
Just the way you taught me when we’d fold laundry and watch reality tv.
I tuck these beautiful wrappers back into my mind.
I’m mindful that each time I put them back, it’s slightly different than the original.
A fold has been added. 
And so, I treat them like gold.