I pulled down the box of trinkets of old.
Worthless items to most,
for me it’s a box full of gold.
For fond memories within are lovingly entwined.
I tenderly hold them in turn,
drifting back into time.
Your wedding ring you wore since we two became one.
I placed within, now that
your soul has moved on.
I carefully placed it on a shelf by a dusty old clock.
What comes next, now that
my whole life’s in a box.
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