Fairytales and Mason Jars
He was her best-kept secret. The one she kept sealed tight in a mason jar. The one she hid beneath the floors in the cellar. The one she ran to. That mason jar she held tight to, never did she let it drop. Never did she let her fingers release its grip from their tips. He was her best-kept secret the one everyone else wished to know. The one who she shared inside jokes with, the one who she kept by her side the one who saw the rain even when the sun shone. The one who saw her tears even through the smiles. And even when he went away she held onto that mason jar. Like he was sealed in that jar. Like if opened she would release him let go of him. when she felt lonely she held close that mason jar. she could see the love he’d left behind in it. It glistened, it glimmered, it danced in memory of them. what they together, used to be. she would sit in the cellar with the mason jar, remnants of that love what was left of it still there. And then one day it dropped. The glimmering glitter, scattered. the scent of the days she loved best, released. she tried to recapture them, catch the glitter that flew but it was to no use. she was afraid that without it, she would forget his comfort and warmth. she would forget how he understood her. And so day after day, she sought to recapture the scattered glitter that flew. Endless was the journey, pointless was the journey of remembrance. Silly were the travels of the lone lover. Finally, resolved to end her journey to stop the search she ended her journey and found her way home. and years later when the memories seemed to have faded she looked up and saw the glitter fall. There was a glimmer about her a scent of him around her and a memory of them that she wore around her like a coat. Dazed she looked about her and no one else seemed to see what she saw. He surrounded her, released from the confines of the mason jar, his memory penetrated the world around her. she had traveled so far to find him, and yet if she just opened her eyes, she might have noticed he was there all along. there was no erasing that stain of glitter that surrounded her. there was no wiping away the glimmer that seemed to dance around her. and there was no way to run from the scent that she wore like a coat. He may not have been there but there his essence remained. How her perspective on life was different. she was understood. she was loved, and though separated by distance they were together. No longer was she lost. No longer was she enslaved to trying to remember, he was here to stay and the memories that floated around like they were on repeat were no longer in danger of being forgotten.