A collection

I want my life to be a collection

not of things

but of dreams.

Of laughter,

and tears,

a collection of

the memories

that make the years

blur together

through squinted eyes,

crows feet from smiles.

A collection of the miles

driven, run, biked and walked.

Of long meaningful talks,

endless nights

and short fights.

Story after story

of the glory

of having a collection,

not of things, but of dreams

lived.

4/13/20