Ephemeral

How does a life
end up in a plastic tub
filled with faded pages
and dog eared scribbles
unintelligible to anyone
but me?  These
questions no one
but me can answer
about why must this
be saved?

It's a puzzle --
these crooked pieces
of my heart
bordered by straight
edges of my life so
carefully

curated
archived
rescued

worthless
memorabilia.