I have a box
I kept in the attic 
 

concealed and forgotten 

gathering dust
 

 


One day, I tripped on it
 

knowing what I’ll find
 

I opened it

with trembling hands
 

 


In it
 

sweet memories
 

long forgotten
 

came spilling out
 

 


Dearly beloved
 

from bygone years
 

stared right through me
 

mocking with their smile
 

 


Blinded by a sudden 
 
flood of tears flowing
 

images I hold
 

became blurry
 

 


Wiping away salty tears
 

one familiar face
 

stood out
 

with his famous jawline
 

 


His eyes
 

sparkled with merriment
 

lanky frame suppressing 
 

a hearty laugh
 

 


I let out
 

an audible breath
 

feeling a deep yearning
 

for someone we’ve lost
 

 


I miss teasing him
 

his chuckles 

still ringing in my ears
 

repeating my pet name 
 

 


All I have now
 

are echoes from the past
 

the black and whites
 

and his love deeply ingrained in all of us

Image: Pixabay

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