" adam and shaina's strange coincidence "

the back story:
adam liked one of shaina's poems so he asked her to send him more. she really only had two other poems and kept forgetting to send them to him, so one day when she had decided to write in her (sorely neglected) journal she came across a wee piece, which she sent out into the waiting room of her existence for adam to peruse as he patiently anticipated what we will refer to as "the main event" for dramatic purposes. (in case you've gotten confused, "the main event" is just the other two pieces shaina keeps forgetting to share. sometimes she does this with subconscious intentions of building up anticipation so small things seem like big things.)(give her a break, she grew up on a farm in saskatchewan--it's a coping mechanism.)

the main event:
(from this point on, "the main event" will now refer to something entirely different.)
(this being the strange coincidence that prompted adam to tell shaina to make this post.)
after shaina shared this forgotten morsel, adam wrote her back with a funny twist.

the contents of shaina's piece:
January.07
untitled
I took the things that looked like love,
and put them in a box tonight.
I'll leave the box beside my bed
to catch any accidental dreams
or hopes that fall out of my head.
And in the mourning, I will close the lid
up nice and tight and hide
it away, away from me.

the contents of adam's piece (aka "adam's funny twist"):
November.06
treasure box
i left every letter you sent to me
in a treasure box beside my bed.
forgot what the words said, forget what you meant
what you mean now is different
i don't recognize what i've become
i can't remember how to write,
can't remember how to relax.
i rolled out, placing my feet beside the box
a flurry of thoughts, i woke up feeling wasted
i opened it up, and all the letters were gone.
(i already forgot about you, as well).