sorenbarrett

Old closet

Folded discreetly and tucked away
Memories piled neatly of a bygone day 
Frayed dreams of a forgotten dance
The pale sunbeams of a faded romance
A pair of hopes tattered, split and torn
Our bath soaps, a faint fragrance once worn 
Postcards of desires never traveled
Embroidered patched love ever unraveled