let others decide

a forgotten

box,  an old marked

box,

cornered

and wet with mildew,

taped tight.

the mold

of being forgotten

pushed deep

into an attic corner

where no sun

will bring light.

cards and letters,

photographs?

touch stones and tells.

what prize

is there inside,

what

clue

to the past that

reveals where we

are now.

some, a lot, or none.

we'll let it rest there.

let others decide.