In a Box of Lost
If someone came to me
With a box of my lost things
I'd rummage through
That box of lost
I'll find my old stuffies
Some old books
My lost socks
But I'd toss them aside
And keep looking for
No, not money
Or jewelry
And pictures
I'd look and look
Till I found you
The love of my life
My very best friend
I was in so much pain when
It came to an end
But here is this box
A box full of lost
And I found you again
And I'll never let go.
Copyright © Grey Rodriguez | Year Posted 2024
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