Late night conversations written small on the back of receipts we find
At the bottom of your bag,
From that London trip all those hours ago,
When it was still light outside.

We hide them in pencil cases we carry around with us,
So that we will never forget what it was like to be so in love.
Life is too complicated and too unpredictable to forget about these moments.
But there is something charming about what makes us ache,
Something that is neglected and underappreciated about the power it has over us.
But it is the only thing that gives us a chance to hope.
If we can make it through this, we can make it through anything,
If we can make it through this, then we have the chance to be rewarded.