A dark room,
A dusty attic
Memories long forgotten.
With the discovery of that old, worn box
Comes a new world
That which was once the norm
The faint, yet redolent smell
Of an old perfume
Takes her to a place long ago
Where they danced and smiled
Blushed and kissed.
A tattered picture of their younger selves
Makes her yearn for the past
His strong, tender touch
His glowing eyes, filled with passion
A package of love letters,
Each envelope worn thin from many readings
Her survival,
In the times of his absence
Her fingers trace over the blotted circles
Created from tears shed over the paper
Her heart breaks again,
Aches for her loss
She clutches the items to her chest
Closes her eyes against the pain
Bows her head, and whimpers,
“Do you remember?”