The Chest

In the attic

dark corner

dim light filters

Falls on the carved lid

of an old wooden

Chest box

Young, naive

curious

looking for

hidden treasure

And there it was

just as you left it

A few scattered coins

pleated brown skirt

several photographs

Unknown smiles

surprised

Rosary, resting

on a book of prayers

wrapped in

A fragrance

of a dried red apple

And sudden –

sudden guilty feeling,

in my childlike heart

A remorse, for intruding

upon a memory

A priceless treasure

of your life

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