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No Regrets. No Looking Back.
#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
trinkets and toys that are no longer in enjoyed. Everything is a memory. All coming from a place that was never bad but a place now that feeling only sad. No matter how many times I stop and look these small things old memories loudly ring. There isn't any thing touched that deep down inside makes them miss this much. A tender kiss to the items that will be most missed as of if they could feel it. A somber smile that one carried to get them through life's trials. One last glance back at the now empty space, as the tears stream down her face. Of only they knew how much her heart grew each time she saw all of their faces that are now start to fade into long lost places.
© Rhonda Broker
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
trinkets and toys that are no longer in enjoyed. Everything is a memory. All coming from a place that was never bad but a place now that feeling only sad. No matter how many times I stop and look these small things old memories loudly ring. There isn't any thing touched that deep down inside makes them miss this much. A tender kiss to the items that will be most missed as of if they could feel it. A somber smile that one carried to get them through life's trials. One last glance back at the now empty space, as the tears stream down her face. Of only they knew how much her heart grew each time she saw all of their faces that are now start to fade into long lost places.
© Rhonda Broker
