Love Poem / The Daily Post / The Daily Post Poetry

Old Box

There my love sat
in a dusty old box
that hasn’t been opened
in years.

Collecting dust
is all its done.
Patiently waiting
for me to reminisce
of what love once was.

Old photos of us,
letters stowed away,
memories we collected
have started to fade away.

There my love sat
in a dusty old box
stored away in the attic
waiting for a reconnection.

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