Unlocked

Hesitating, I gripped it

The rusted door handle

Still wondering whether I should

Be here or not

But as I pushed it open

My eyes sparkled with anticipation

The winds flew through my hair

The skies thundered

I stepped on

The creaking wooden floor

The warmth wrapped around me

Like a blanket in the frost

Oh yes, there it was

Still as enchanting as I had left it

Along with my heart

Resting there, was the treasure,

The treasure gifted to me

By people who broke me and I broke

The people who made me

The people I am made of

I dusted off the years

Within which the box was buried

My fingers brushed across the edges

The scent of the wood, unchanged

Unlocked, it still held on to

Letters, cards and torn novel pages

Paintings, jewels and blurred polariods

Movie tickets and restaurant bills

I drank in the memories

Like old wine they got better

Sitting for hours till midnight

Mending my missing pieces