Shoe Box

Wardrobe top shelf, a place of dust and darkness Sitting there in such sadness. Time to visit memories waiting there Words and feelings shared without care. A shoe box, full of treasures letters and treason Brought into daylight, secrets, reasons. Lid is opened, just as in times before Letters written to loved ones, letters returned unread Others are full of memories of those we knew as friends Some are read with laughter, some are full of jokes Others are filled with words of love and praise Sparking our thoughts of those that wrote Some are not legible, not through faults of their own Eyes are full of sadness tears, memories of those now gone Words cannot be seen through tears that flow Tears fall onto dusty letter pages As many have done before If only there had been understanding Words that were misunderstood letters returned full of love and praise I love you, that line often misunderstood Memories now flowing in front of me The daylight hours are turning dim, my eyes close in sleep I awake in darkness, just as many times before Letters, memories, scattered at my feet, waiting to go back home All picked up and back in the shoe box Top shelf darkness, waits for their return I say a few words of kindness, my memories whisper, we care.