The Dusty Box

Found our life in a box today
Dusty old love letters
Proclamations of love
Tucked away in the closet

Each one
Brought a new river of tears
Waves of emotion
I once thought retreated

Memories of our sweetest moments
Trapped in ink
Confined to paper
Just waiting to be found again

Insides slipping into knots
Heart beating erratically
My head screaming
Why do I torture myself

An innocent ritual of cleaning
Turned to selfish recollections
The ego maniacal lust
To recapture love