Red Treasure Box

I own a red treasure box, Filled with tokens, trinkets and jewels. There I keep the footprints in the sand, the seashell you picked for me from the shore.

Melros beach, the sun setting a golden peach. Setting over the turquoise ripples. Two bodies sitting together, holding hands.

Sometimes my box holds necklaces laced in jade and opals. All natural tones for my sunkissed skin. The necklaces I wear when I think of you. To hold me close to someone who warms me. Fills my heart with fire and soul.

A bluebird sits on my mantle, for good luck. It is now tucked away with my jewel box. Where I keep all my token, trinkets and jewels.

I have a photo of you and I, holding a creature of salt. When you followed me up North. Towards the heat, and the desert.

One day, to my fear. There will only be my red jewelled box. Full of tokens, trinkets and jewels. But they are not only treasures. They are memories, of me. And you.