That Rusted Old Box

Discarded memories,

Locked in a box.

Hide trinkets of,

Forgotten tales.

Smiling photographs,

The faces dulled,

Stacks of letters,

Cards with hearts.

The final resting place of,

Memories sublime.

Hiding secrets of,

Lost love divine.

Once singing songs of joy,

Tinkling with,

Melody of heartfelt laughter,

Stained with heartbreak’s tears.

The cup of life,

Once filled to the cusp.

A faded memory,

Now cloaked in dust.