Blow away the dust and open the box
Sifting through words printed with blue pen
Proof of love past, long calls, whispered talks
Shriveled petals scentless and lumpen
Why was I driven then to save love's proof?
Photos taken, never showing me
Pressing the shutter, denying the truth?
Promised forever now box of debris.
That me was unguarded, heart with no locks
She had faith, hope, trusted in you then
'Forever' was a timebound paradox
This box remembrance of another when.
Crumbling evidence of your love's disproof
Unneeded charms against what would be
No censure now needed, no reproof
Our past turned to ash, my present now free.
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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