Of all the things it will be the things like these;
the jar of marbles, the jar of sand from the house I grew up in, sea shells, and a box full of notes and letters, a needlepoint of giraffes done by my grandmother,
that I will miss for five months.
Though not too terribly, because I’ll be busy having the time of my life.
Just know, marbles, that I will think of you once or twice. And when I return, maybe we should look into challenging a person or two.