Somewhere along the road on which we were walking, <br />The little path we used to follow religiously every morning, <br />The street with the fancy iron bars and birch trees and neatly kept houses, <br />Someone had planted a memory. <br /> <br />The memory lay concealed within a tiny cardboard box, <br />Lying there contentedly, wrapped in several layers of tissue paper, <br />The words written lovingly in shiny blue ink, <br />Inscripted onto the parchment until the rain destroyed the box <br />And washed the memory away.<br /><br />Twilight Whispers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-grew-a-memory/
