Beneath the lime tree
Under the full Milk Moon
The night was still and
The sky was almost enough
To cradle my broken heart
The box contained a locket
Photos of us
Pictures you drew
Memories I was not ready to let go of
But were far too painful to see
I dug into the dirt
Through the roots
Secretly hiding
What I never wanted to feel again
Oh what a fool I have been.
~Amber C Smith
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