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.