Hidden Box Poem by Tom Yarborough

I found a dusty box today
Feelings stirred that were hidden away
Down behind some unread book
I picked it up, my fingers shook

Dread hid in the crevice of my mind
Not knowing what, inside, I'd find
Inside this tiny, unknown crate
That I had suddenly learned to hate

Perhaps a smile would cross my lips
As I held her scarf 'tween my fingertips
Perhaps a note signed I love you
And I'd say honey, I love you, too

But more likely, as is oft the case
Trinkets will greet my visual embrace
And the response will likely be forlorn
A tearing of my heart, in a small place not yet torn

I release the lid and move away
Perhaps tomorrow'd be a better day
I wipe my eyes as I depart
I need more time to heal this wounded heart