In Spite Of Pop Tops...(you'll need a can opener for this one)

When I read
your words
I think of all
the things
that come
in cans.
They store easily,
don't take up too
much space,
and are always fresh
when I want to
chew on them awhile.
Sometimes they are happy
words that taste sweet and
sassy.
Sometimes they are
sad words that are moist
and tear filled.
I want those the most,
because if I eat them up,
they'll be gone,
and then only the happy
cans of words will be left.

I'll share
the happy cans
with you,
and take all the
sad cans you may fill.
I'll only share
those sometimes though,
...if I too am feeling blue.