There is an old container of food in my fridge, so old i don’t remember what does it have or who left it there. So old i know no one will eat it anymore, but now is part of the fridge so i keep it.
There is a dress so old in my closet, it doesn’t fit anymore, it never will unless i get sick again and lose 30 pounds, Still i keep it, is part of my closet now, you never know.
There is a cat so old in my childhood house, that she already died 4 times, still we miss her and we get a new cat, who looks just like her, and we name her a similar name, and we treat her as if she were the same, and we don’t get another pet, we keep her.
And there is a boy in my head, so old i don’t remember what i loved about him, so old the memories are blurry, like a dirty mirror. So old i’ll never see him again, but i keep him anyway, now he is part of my heart, you never know.
And the boy, and the cats, and the dress and the food, i keep them all for the maybes.
And i can only hope they are not taking up important space…