rustic, old and decorated in dust
inside which lived things dear,
A secret kept from the closest of kins
A chest of souvenir.
Glimpsing at them
She replaced a vile of fragrant liquid
on her empty palm, addressed to her, by him;
Breathing its scent provided her calm
as it dispersed in air, spreading his aura around.
Her moist vision spotted a pair of rings
that in the past had adored her ears
Most loved of all other things,
That he had gifted in those lost years.
Picking up the necklace-
not of diamonds but perfect pearls
which he gave for rare occassions
She recalled how she had roamed the fairs
showing them off to the girls.
Amidst them were those letters
which spoke of his love and passion;
witnesses of their love
Over decades she preserved with caution.
And now that him is long gone
articles of love keep him near
though the seasons of love have passed,
she relives in his souvenir.