In the Shoebox

In the shoebox I put all our memories. I open it from time to time to recall our happy moments but gradually I remember our worst moments so I close the shoebox and leave him inside.

In the shoebox,

My past decay

My memories fade away

My feelings perish.

 

In the shoebox,

I reconnect with you

I reunite with you

I entwine with you.

 

In the shoebox,

I goof with you

I squabble with you

I desert you.

 

                                Rana Trad

Author's Note

Writen on 21:30 Tuesday 13/April/2010