Two Sixteens And A Seven

A string of pearls

With a stone in between;

An envelope

With flowers in pink

And a stroke of silver;

A list of to-dos

And notes in the corner

Of pages never read;

And letters.

Oh, there’s so many of them –

Letters of rambling;

Letters of appreciation;

Letters of pain;

Letters of love;

Letters never sent,

All bundled in a

Brown box of

Two sixteens and a seven,

Tucked in the last shelf

Under a black sweater

In the white cupboard,

Reminding me

That people can leave and be left,

It’s the memories that chase.

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