The Box

Memories
That's all I have left.
Those are the only things I have to remind me of you
and the love we shared.

And I have the box.

It's just a simple shoe box,
No writing, no stickers, no label.
Just a box.
Plain on the outside,
but its contents hold dear meaning.

It sits under my bed,
but near the edge for easy access.
I put it there just last week.
and I visit it every day.

It contains a few things that you gave me during the course of our relationship:
A card, some notes that you wrote, pictures of us,
and a CD that you made me for our anniversary.

I still get butterflies when I read the notes,
I still smile when I read the card.
I still sing along to the songs on the CD, as if I'm singing them to you.
And every time I look at the pictures, I go back to the time and place they were taken.

When we were together.

I miss those times.
I miss the love we had for each other.
And I can't help but wonder
where it has run off to.

I wish I could go back to when it was just me and you.
I wish I could see your smile
look into your eyes,
hold your hand,
and love you like you loved me.

But for now, all I have is the box.
A simple cardboard box.
With my whole world inside.
Because in this box,
I see you...