little pink box

her little pink box fills up more slowly
as the years tick on
i don’t have the impulse to save everything
that’s related to her anymore

in the early months i would have frozen the snow on her grave
if it had occurred to me to do such a thing

i only think of it now,
as i twist a pink glow stick through my fingers
and wonder if a trinket from our 5th annual walk to remember
is good enough
to add to her little pink box