forever box made of cheap wood
made expensive comparingly
to thw memories it will carry within.
She'll lay there forever,
to withstood whatever silly
trivialities beyond death.
Beneath the soil, inside some grave.
She'll no longer stand up to welcome;
she'll no longer wave from the distant
echoing her voice saying hello;
she'll no longer be where I want her to be.
It's sad to say,
I don't have that much memories of her.
Inside that box will all the summation
of my little memories of her.
It's unfortunate the box
Was much bigger than what
it can contain for me.
I wish to have more memories with her.
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