'A Box in the Attic' - Human Thoughts

A Box in the Attic

And so, another book of memories
leaves my life.

A book with pages golding already
with the fog of fond reminiscence.

A book with pages torn, to avoid with a pang
in passing, sad places to not revisit.

A few cards, a few notes, some sweet
scrawls on the margins of scraps of paper.

Some verse to remain private forever, and
a photograph or two.

Another book of memories
consigned to their own quiet
little box in the attic.

Her last words to me were
"For now, at least."

Congealing in a lonely little
box in the attic.

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