Yours To Keep Poem by Eduardo M. Oran

Nothing ever lasts, it always ends the same,
Here's a box filled with repressed memories for you to claim.

Inside contains the moment when our paths crossed and met,
What was once clear, is now distorted by naïveté.

I left the box to linger in the fire,
I stayed and watched as your ashes grew louder and higher.

I hear the soft muffled cries of regret start to burn,
I act quickly upon the quandary but only depression returned.