Mementoes of the Past

by

Ron Bliss

The box was setting on a shelf,
For many, many years.
Hidden, long forgotten,
It held dreams of joy and tears,
I slowly opened it for view,
Not knowing what was there,
When finally, its contents seen,
All I could do was stare,
An archive of sweet memories,
Reminders of the past,
Emotions held so long ago,
O’er love that didn’t last,
When finally I spied it,
Just a paper lying there,
A yellowed piece of paper,
Folded with exacting care,
Before I opened it to read,
I knew the words by heart,
A poem written long ago,
Of lovers far apart,
And as I read, it opened up,
A floodgate to the sea,
A river full of memories,
Of time that used to be,
My heart and mind returned in time,
To when the words were new,
Yesterday, sweet memories,
Yesterday and you,
Its contents carefully replaced,
I closed the box again,
Just as the contents of the box,
Its memories remain.

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