I found, a faded, dusty box.
Inside I found, not faded memories
But those shining as bright as a neon lamp
that I saw yesterday,
suggesting I go in.
I opened the box.
And longing for a broken dream jumped out and sat on my heart.
Like an unexpected jack in the box
given life and lodging in a new home.
Inside the box were your words.
I took your words out of the box
And I travelled.
In and out of weeks, until the years collapsed.
I touched your name
like you once touched me.
Like my every freckle was a masterpiece.
I held your words in my hands
And read each word you wrote me hungrily.
Like I was starving.
I devoured your words again.
Until the paper was torn and covered with bite marks.
In your words
I saw myself as you saw me.
A glittering reflection like the sky in the wet sand.
I saw you how I remembered you.
Like the other half of my soul.
Now I try to close the box.
It will not close.
I look for our footprints in the sand.
Somehow, they disappeared.
I look at the stars and I hope in that single moment, you are too.
I still wait by my letterbox.