I pulled down the box of trinkets of old. Worthless items to most, for me it’s a box full of gold.

For fond memories within are lovingly entwined. I tenderly hold them in turn, drifting back into time.

Your wedding ring you wore since we two became one. I placed within, now that your soul has moved on.

I carefully placed it on a shelf by a dusty old clock. What comes next, now that my whole life’s in a box.