In the jewellery box, <br />The locket he gave her <br />Lies tarnished. <br /> <br /> <br />Old photos gather dust <br />On the top of the wardrobe <br />Pushed right to the back. <br /> <br /> <br />She turns off the radio <br />Every time their song comes on; <br />She takes a different route to work <br />To avoid passing his house. <br /> <br /> <br />But sometimes… <br />She wears the locket, <br />Looks at the photo’s, <br />Plays the song, <br />Drives past his house <br />And dreams what might have been<br /><br />Rachel Flint<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jewellery-box/
