The Box

Treasures within
Nostalgia held
Ethereal capitulation.

A memoir capsule
Slithering amongst dusty hues
Rigid wardrobe drawer
Locks it within.

It sits away
On lone wood
One touches it
On longing days
Dim light flickering
On its beguiling surface.

Movie tickets
Polaroid shots
Chocolate wrappers
Friendship bands
Letters
All intact.

Caressing valves
Of the palpate
Inside the thorax
Coveting its own
Belongings.

One leaves it
In desolation
One comes back
To fawn
Over its reassurance
And forever dwells
In its tender fossil.

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