When will I too become, <br />Another shoebox on your self? <br />Filled with some of life's images, <br />Or just seen as someone else? <br /> <br />I've seen your large collection, <br />Of the boxes that you've stored. <br />Could you have gotten anymore on your shelf? <br />Could you have gotten, just one box more? <br /> <br />I took one down and looked inside, <br />Wasn't nosing, just curious to see. <br />Of how many of those boxes, <br />Were stored memories of you and me? <br /> <br />There were photos there, that was for sure, <br />But none of which were mine. <br />They were taken of other women you knew, <br />At another place and time. <br /> <br />Please forgive me, but you looked happier then, <br />And if you think I was a snoop. <br />It was the way that you've been acting dear, <br />Left me to suspect, that I was being dooped! <br /> <br />Someone said they saw us last week, <br />In a dark show the other day. <br />And asked if I had done something with my hair? <br />Said it looked longer, an was styled a different way? <br /> <br />I said, 'you must have been mistaken, <br />My husband was out of town.' <br />'He had some work for his company then, <br />And you could'nt have seen him or I around.' <br /> <br />Now I'm placing all our photos', <br />In a shoebox my husband dear. <br />And when someone else goes snooping <br />They will know that I was here.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-shoebox-on-a-shelf/
