I found a locket,
a small gold one,
in a second hand store.
The flowers were worn
on one side,
on the other
was a beautiful
cursive inscription,
"Aileen."

It had a working hinge,
a locking clasp
& on the inside
was a tiny photo,
a debonair
handsome
smiling man.
This striking gent
didn't look like
he'd be named
the inscription.

As I pondered who he was,
I began to think
how special
the keeper to this possession
must have been,
'cause people didn't smile much
way back then
& somebody
surely
made him happy.