Once you left, I took what we had and buried it in a wooden box in the backyard of my childhood home

Who’d of thought that I’d see you again?

I dug it up, hoping to find things as I left them.

What I remembered as a spectacle of vibrant color
had become faded and dull like an old kids toy.

I picked it up, examined it, and tried to wipe off the dirt,
but it crumbled into dust and fell through my hands.

I’m sorry my love. We have nothing left to share.