Somewhere in Time

There was to be nothing    
which would exhume ghosts  
from entombed memories  
No visible letters or gifts    
   
So, I returned everything  
to their respective boxes    
as if saving them  
would keep me closer    
to your smudged fingerprint  
   
Maybe decades down the road  
they'll open naturally  
crack the spine of their prison    
roll out like insulation    
over the dry solitudes  
   
Or, maybe they'll forget    
decompose unnaturally    
laced with an arsenic of grief  
   
Maybe they'll be discovered    
by a young married couple  
who closed on the house    
after probate  
   
Or a teenage daughter    
rebelling against relocation  
while still believing in dreams  
finding the sealed boxes waiting  
in the corner of dusty artifacts  
overlooked, or purposely left
by a bequeathed  
   
Maybe she'll be silently stunned  
like I was at 16, unwrapping  
by the small attic window  
a stack of WWII correspondence  
tied with a red silk ribbon --  
   
Real Love letters that began    
"My Dearest Darling...",  
just as ours had -    
maybe she'll believe  
just as I did  
   
That surely, surely  
this is a Love that survived  
Somewhere in Time    
~  
   
   
   
Author's note: an older piece written a few months back. Keeping everything together.