A Chest of Echoes
i keep a small wooden chest beneath my bed
its corners worn smooth from the weight it has fed
inside are echoes of love and bittersweet dreams
memories collected in faded moonbeams
now it’s valentine’s and i slide it into the light
to sift through fragments of warmth and quiet night
they hum with a softness, a comfort long past
a fleeting reminder that some loves can last
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