Friday, November 15, 2013

The Attic

And after you were gone
And I knew
I would never see you again,
I folded my memory of you
And my love for you
Like an old lace shawl
That is too fragile
To be worn daily
And too precious to be thrown away
And placed them in a trunk
In the attic of my mind.

© 2007 William Fox Payne