moments...

I have a heart shaped box.
It's empty now and full of nothing.
I have a little heart shaped box, I say
kept on the window sill of time
morose it looks all by its own
alone and pretty but still forlorn.

I have a beautiful picture
It reminds me of time that is gone
I have a beautiful crooked picture, they say
beauty lies in its simpleness
a simple painting with no color
of light strokes devoid of vigor.

I have an old book
It says 'come read me' now and then
I have an old tattered book, you say
it was a good read and still
I never read it again
and it calls me, its voice in pain.

I have so many things
I have so many things I say again
all neglected and forgotten pieces of past
jumbled up in the quagmire of memories
I gaze on them where they remain
wondering when I'll open them again.