Last night, one of our usual customers came into the store I have worked at for over two years and referred to me as a "keeper". I immediately thought of one of my favorite poems, and began to wonder what exactly she meant when she called me that. If I am such a "keeper", then why does no one want to keep me? Perhaps, I am a "keeper", because I am the one who holds onto things for far too long.
And that in itself is so very sad.