Box of Memories

My box of memories holds everything I have left of you. I keep it close cause its filled with little pieces of each one of you. The things inside are little pieces of my heart folders, papers and some of your art. When I open them it pulls on my heart and when I read them, sometimes I fall apart. Sometimes tears fall from deep inside my heart, just remembering a time from long ago. When your smile was always like my rainbow, painting beautiful colors where ever you would go. But my rainbows colors faded long ago, its hard to see even the faintest glow. Because it was washed away long ago.