brought down the old box from the attic
sat with you on the floor
and shuffled the memories
here's one from a more
magical time, or so they say
faded and yellowed
stained with tears
put back, away
up to the attic again
so sorry you had to go
too soon, or so they say
It reminds me of how I felt five years after my dad died, when I realized what was going on.
I was calm that day but there was still some presence of grief under the surface.
It also brought up thought of my best friend that died last month, i usually get so wrapped up with work that in a way I forget.
It's nice to see guys write, especially when it has meaning.
looking forward to seeing more. =)