Keepsake Box

over the years
memories turn round
they are whispering to me
in photographes
lines
and thoughts
in dusty letters of longing
you might remember
I’ve always been a dreamer
and still I am
like back then
so much time has passed
how long a handwriting lasts?
my keepsake box
it lives
it rocks
it’s struggling against all odds
call me crazy
please!
I am