Most Precious Things Poem by Kewayne Wadley

She lives where I keep
my most precious things.
Keepsakes of her smile
The way she stares,
Soft & lovely.
She lives where my childhood
memories are
Memories where I had no idea
what she looked like until
I saw her face.
Fears that hid beneath my bed,
Peeking through cracks of the
closet door.
She lives when I close my eyes.
The heat of the moment &
random frantic counts to ten.
She lives in the dreams
I didn't want to end.
She lives in the attempts to fall
Back to sleep &
Pick back up where we left off.
She lives as one
of the most precious
things I keep in my heart