Memories In a Box

Tucked away and never been seen for half a decade and more, a box that brings to the fore memories galore. Been six years you passed away, since then I haven't been able to find in anyone a real friend. Everything that reminded me of you I pushed inside a box, mad at you for leaving me behind to grieve your death. Recollection of the blissful moments of our friendship made me miserable, how I wish I had a forewarning of your betrayal. The tear-soaked pillows and my stifled whimpers have wiped away any bitterness there was, all that remains now is pain and an inexplicable emptiness. With shaky fingers I open the cardboard box, peering at me from within is a red little teddy, on it's bib the image of a fox. One of the gifts you gave me each year on my birthday, I sit here clutching this small tiny thing amazed at how without so much as a word from you how six long years have gone away. Rummaging through several Archies cards and a booklet of quotes on friendship my gaze lingers a little longer on the lines highlighted by you. I never really bothered to read them then but today my eyes glisten while I do. At the bottom is a stack of letters you wrote to me while you were ill, the rosiness of my romantic world had made me so impatient I had not read them full. Your passing away shook me up and on my soul left a big dint, but now when I read between the lines I realize you had given me a hint. Maybe it was me , who in my love for you refused to believe that even angels die in order to find their peace! With the romantic period over, a girl sits squatted on the floor with her agonies, in front of her lies open a box full of memories!