gone off her trolley

feeling

nostalgic, i go up

into

the attic

to sort through the old

boxes

holding

photos and letters.

trinkets,

and memorabilia

from

years ago.

gooey Hallmark cards,

memories of past loves,

for better or worse,

and then

i see the straight jacket

i used to have

to put you in

when you went off the rails,

and i quickly climb

down

the ladder.

i pull

the rope

to shut the trap door.

oh well.