The Chocolate Box The Chocolate Box
I'm clearing out the attic,
Old relics from the past,
The long forgotten items,
Holding memories meant to last.
And hidden in a corner,
A chocolate box, I spy,
The sunflowers on the cover,
Now dusty, catch my eye.
So long up in the attic,
I wonder why it's there,
I look inside the box now,
The contents now lay bare.
Old letters sent from me to you,
Some tickets for a dance,
The souvenirs of love now gone,
Destroyed by circumstance.
I read the letters one by one,
Did I write those words to you?
I wonder why you kept them,
All tied up in ribbon too.
Some photographs of you and me,
Were we so happy then?
It's strange, I can't remember,
Nine long years? or maybe ten.
I don't recall those feelings,
Well maybe one or two,
Interred now in a chocolate box,
My long lost love for you.
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