My Little Box

Sometimes, when I am alone I go inside myself and I get a little box I keep upon a shelf. My box is filled with memories, sweet days that I once knew. One of my greatest treasures is the memory of you. Time has begun to fade it and has bent the corners in yet when I gaze upon it, it comes alive again. I let it take me over I ride it like a wave feeling every inch of love you once, so sweetly gave. It fills my soul with pleasure and helps me get away from all the tribulations that I must face each day. Yet it was not always beautiful, this memory I hold. It use to only give me pain and leave me feeling cold. But so much time has passed away and the pain has took its' leave so now I may finally enjoy instead of grieve. Once it has embraced me and filled me with its' wealth I put it gently in my box and place it on the shelf. I'll always keep this precious jewel with tender, loving care so that when I need it, it will be waiting there.