That Old Box


I took out that old box today
It was untouched for so long

I dusted it off and looked at it
Puzzled to open it up or not

I opened it up anyway
The contents smiled at me

I took them out one by one
Recalling the memory behind each

A pen, few snippets, old photos of us
That red ribbon, receipts of fun we had

I smiled seeing those old photos
We were so full of life and fun back then

The world was like a garden for us
Every road was covered with flowers

I looked for others things too in the box
Some were there and some weren’t

That perfume bottle you gifted me
Still had few drops in it

I didn’t opened it because of a fear
Fear of not losing those last drops

But fear of losing you forever!!


6 thoughts on “That Old Box

  1. camilledefleurville February 25, 2016 / 8:28 PM

    How are you today?
    I never know how to deal with emotions like your poem or any other emotion: stiff upper-lip? This is not suposed to be very French!!

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    • Hammad Rais February 25, 2016 / 9:52 PM

      Hi, just fine I’m. Not fully recovered though. Change of season brings this upon me and it takes couple of days to go. Uzair also got sick today 😦 I took him doctor.
      I wrote that poem without any emotions either. Never been through those myself, so we are on the same page here

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