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Boxes

Updated on December 6, 2014

Memories
laced with
a temporary relief.
I know I shouldn't
but I just
can't
help
myself.
I take a step
inside that
forbidden
place.
It's cold and eerie
now.
Boxes line the walls
filled to the
brim
with year old
memories.
I open the first
one.
Every single time
we whispered
"you're my best friend"
escape in a cloud
of smoke
and vanish.
The second box
holds all of
our shared laughs
They float through
the window
and vanish.
Box number three
is sealed shut
and I have to
cut and pry
open
all of our secrets
and they zoom
out into the
night
and vanish.
The fourth box
brings tears to
my eyes
as I watch
every memory bubble
pop in the air
and vanish.
I stand up on
shaky
legs
and walk to the
final and farthest
box.
The final
box
is
empty
and I know
why.
It was
supposed to be
the
future.
I stare into
the empty
cold
box.
I feel numb
as I close
the box
and light
a match.
I hold it
until it
almost
burns
my
fingers
and then
I
drop it.
I let the flames
burn
and
devour
every last
box.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 2 years ago from Reno NV

      I like the idea of our memories compartmentalized one boxes. Good poem thank you for sharing. Jamie