I often gaze at the small pink heart eraser
that i keep in my bedroom.
The simple design,
of a fifty cent piece
of school supplies,
Always made me smile.

It was the kind of thing
second grade teachers give their students
on Valentines Day.
And on that day,
and that day only,
I’d use it.

It seems silly,
but every february fourteenth,
I stick it
on the end of my pencil,
and it stays there
All day long.

The flexible yet firm feel,
had become very familiar.
The dark pink edges,
and light pink middle,
Always made me feel
Warm.

It had been there for my first crush, in third grade.
I clutched it tightly,
when my eighth grade boyfriend broke my heart.
And i smiled at it,
remembering the first Valentines bouquet sent to me,
Junior year of high school.

Yes it is silly,
but that small pink heart eraser
that i only use once a year,
held more laughs, more tears,
more memories,
Than anything else i own.