Inside the Box by Meghan HelmichHidden in the shimmer is black velvet,
a small room for the air to settle.
I closed the topaz lid
ever so softly to keep it inside.
It is not secure, no lock and key,
but full of memory.
Our hands beside each other,
sharing your favorite sweatshirt
ever since I could pull from your closet.
You fit in the box now,
only dust in my hands.
All precious and sparkling in the end. 01/17/2016 Posted on 01/17/2016 Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
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Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/03/17 at 07:09 PM These seems very much like an urn for ashes, but I guess it could be other. Very poignant and intimate. The topaz and the black velvet add a lovely elegance. Congrats on POTD! |
Posted by Richard Vince on 10/11/20 at 01:36 PM beautiful. "sharing your favorite sweatshirt / ever since I could pull from your closet" is so very moving. |
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