Free. 

Precious feelings once abundant 

Now just pleasant thoughts,

Of a time now passed. 

I’ll save them. 

Tucked away in this little box

All the memories of yesterday. 

All those promises of tomorrow’s 

That will never be. 

You were a part of me. 

A precious part I’d never trade. 

As iron sharpens iron,

You refined me. 

Helping to form the me of tomorrow. 

Forever interwoven in the tapestry of my story,

A most treasured part. 

Here is this box our memories live. 

 A dim but warm reminder of what was,

Beautiful hope for the love I’ve yet to find. 

Treasure

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