Press me into a chapter of the book you wish you’d written. Let my essence live within the pages, a whisper between the lines, an echo of dreams and unspoken words. Tuck me in a cedar chest, nestled next to the things you used to love, where the scent of time past mingles with memories cherished and forgotten.

File me away with the sepia-toned photographs of the journeys you took with the people who meant everything. In those faded images, let me be a silent companion, a presence that fills the spaces of your past with warmth and remembrance.

Sing me like the lyrics of an old song that you can’t get out of your head, a melody that dances through your thoughts, bringing a smile to your lips and a tear to your eye. Let me be the refrain that lingers, the tune that accompanies you through the echoes of time.

Make me a memory if you must, but treasure me always. Hold me close in the quiet moments, in the spaces between heartbeats, as a reminder of what was and what could have been. Promise me you will… ♥

©️ Beatriz Esmer