I spotted the box
out of the corner of my eye
There in the closet
stuffed into a corner
covered in cloth
At first it mattered not
I had other priorities
I had to meet
But then a memory
knocked upon the wall
of my curosity
So I took the box out
and sat upon the bed
And I started to take
the photographs out
So many faces , so many places
lost in time's goodbye
So much found
and so much lost
so , so very much
After all the you and me's
After all the summers
and winters too
Life has boiled down
to a box of photographs
made for a shoe
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
I spotted the box
out of the corner of my eye
There in the closet
stuffed into a corner
covered in cloth
At first it mattered not
I had other priorities
I had to meet
But then a memory
knocked upon the wall
of my curosity
So I took the box out
and sat upon the bed
And I started to take
the photographs out
So many faces , so many places
lost in time's goodbye
So much found
and so much lost
so , so very much
After all the you and me's
After all the summers
and winters too
Life has boiled down
to a box of photographs
made for a shoe
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