Day Eleven: Three Boxes

What’s in the box?
treasured memories caught on grey photographs

What’s in the box?
dust over yellow pages bound by creaking covers

What’s in the box?
long-lived love meant to be clasped around the neck

three boxes, three loves
and three old souls left behind

***

Where has the weekend gone? So much for catching up, this week will be busy so poems will be short but no matter! I’m enjoying the prompts I get from friends. Boxes can be anything or hold anything. It’s true.

~Tally

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