Young Writers Society

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1 I went up the attic one afternoon
In search of something to while my day.
When I dusted here and there
I found myself a box of gray.

2 A thin layer of what seems like ash
Blanketed the box’s carton flaps.
I opened it; lint drifted all around
In its inner darkness are tiny gaps.

3 Each hole is a puzzle piece
That makes one life whole.
With a trembling arm, I reached for them,
She’ll last, if only time was not as cruel.

4 These are what I saw inside:
Trinkets of red and blue,
Gems and jewels; shattered, they were
Her linens which lost their hue,
Letters I never had sent,
Ribbons and laces that tied her braid,
Nickels and quarters we had once bent,
Vividly realistic flowers she cared for
(I never told her they were plastic),
A cherub figurine that heals the heart’s sore,
Beach towels drizzled with sand,
Parasols sewn with lace, colored white,
The flute she used in our two-man band,
And the few novels that kept her alive,
Sadly, they were never enough
To help her survive.

5 I’d rather close the box
Than to see everything she left.
The tiny puzzle pieces;
The cruel things that made such heft.

6 These are the memories she left me,
Little things that made me whole.
And now that I saw them again,
I remembered that I was a fool.

7 I hold onto her, tightly but gently
Within these lost treasures,
I am sure we’ll meet again,
Someday in the land of all pleasures.