"911, What's Your Emergancy?"

"911, what's your emergency?"

Hello? Yes. I'd like to report a loss. A loss of something.

You see, I lost myself.

I met this man who said that if he took my regrets he would give me hope.

So I gave him the tear I didn't cry when the man I loved left me.

I gave him the black dress that I didn't wear to my mother's funeral that I never went too.

I gave him the address of the hotel where I didn't lose my virginity, and gave him the name of the alley way where I did.

I gave him the corsage I never got from when I got stood up at prom.

I gave him the kiss I never got in the rain.

I gave him the good bye monologue I never got to perform for my mom in the hospital.

He gave me a key.

He told me "25th and 73nd avenue. cross the lake and walk the block and follow my intuition."

It led me to a shed on the outskirts of a toy's imagination:

Doll sized with a lock.

Opening I found....

Nothing.

I wasn't sure what to do with it... So in the meantime I stored my memories there.

I put in the hug I gave the love of my life when he came back.

I put in the flowers I left on my mother's grave a week after her funeral.

I put in the diary and the poems I wrote about that alley way.

I put in the picture of me and my best friend from prom.

I put in the weather report that said it would rain tomorrow.

I put in the good bye monologue I shared with a stranger about my mom.

I put in all my memories I ever burdened.

And I left.

I forgot where it was; I can't find the man again.

I can't regret what I can't remember.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Hello? Yes I'd like to report a loss of self.