Half full - always

The case lays at the edge of my porch. The painted red brick contrasts well with this black leather. I unlatched four fixtures and stared at uncertainty. The familiar shape & parts I can't identify overwhelm my heart.
Letters & ticket stubs hid underneath.
Photographs in the form of memories. Film that is pure and empty, but it's covered in places we fell. For knowledge, dreams, into fear and out of isolation.
Music produced tears. You were the soundtrack to nights under full moons.
I slam the cover to conceal these past grins.
I woke up nestled in my room: 4:13am.
Silence & not a single note to hear.
Vanished.
Much like reality.
Solidified.
Much needed slamming.