A string of perfect pearls
threaded on grey silk
in a silver jewel-case
I'm keeping for somebody else
so don't open it
A room of carefully-folded
happinesses
but I scrawled 'nostalgia' on the door
so don't go in there
I know what's in the box, the room,
so I haven't looked for a long time
maybe I should
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0407-the-past-was-a-present-once/
