Box Of Memories

About holding on to memories

My box of memories holds everything I have left of you.
I keep it close cause its filled with little pieces of each one of you.
The things inside are little peices of my heart folders, papers
and some of your art. When I open them it pulls on my heart and
when I read them, sometimes I fall apart. Sometimes tears fall
from deep inside my heart, just remembering a time from long ago.
When your smile was always like my rainbow, painting beautiful
colors where ever you would go. But my rainbows colors faded long
ago, its hard to see even the faintest glow. Because it was washed
away long ago.