There was a little cardboard box -
embossed and fine.
when new, it held stationery.
The paper and envelopes were used up now
but there remained
the sturdy little box.
Soon, a stray of satin ribbon found its way there.
A beer bottle cap with a portrait of a handsome ram.
It had great curling horns.
A stick of gum, a used postage stamp.
Perhaps a green paper clip.
Random treasures -
a twig, a shining bolt.
A tarnished coin. A slender paintbrush.
A week would pass, or two
then - oh, yeah - I'd remember.
Every time I placed something new
it was a conscious thank (i-have-not-forgotten) you.