Rusting Memories

"A rusty old box of random things,
— concert tickets and old photographs.
Of tears and laughter
— Handwritten letters ​
Of friendships and heartbreaks
On aging yellow paper
Slowly fading, ceasing to exist. 
One touch of a dry wilted rose
— as though a thorn pricked my vein; 
The memory of its scent lingers
Never leaving but never coming back
Like the people in the letters 
And the faces in the photographs."

d.h.