Box of Memories

I wrote this a while back. I'm posting it for one of my friends who wanted to read it. There's some explanatory information at the bottom of the post. Though it hasn't a specific meter or rhyme scheme, I was satisfied with my result. When I write poetry, I like for it to relaxing. I don't always wish to be bound by the basic "rules" that poetry entails... I write "free" poetry.

Enjoy!

Box of Memories

I shipped a box to Europe,

With memories inside.

Of feelings past and deeper hopes,

I never thought I'd hide.

In this box were artifacts,

And letters which we wrote.

When we were young and sidetracked,

And sailed the seas of life afloat.

Back I think, to years gone by,

To days I thought I'd treasure.

Knowing not we'd go awry,

And face a great endeavor.

Her laugh was quite the pleasing sound,

More than a trifle chuckle.

When heard my heart would leap a bound,

And both my knees would buckle.

Lush green eyes of hers I'd catch,

Whenever she did wink.

Eyes like hers no one could match,

Not ever I don't think!

Her hair was medium in length,

Shining, bright and gold.

The sight of it brought inner strength,

A true sight to behold!

Her face was soft and ripe with youth,

And lightly painted features.

Her perfect smile was easy proof,

There was no finer creature!

What a beauty that was she,

Glorious and picturesque.

At a time someone could see,

A picture of her on my desk.

I close my eyes,

And shake my head,

And breathe a sigh,

And frown instead.

I frown to think that once before,

She was my greatest inspiration.

A constant joy to me and more,

Without a single indignation.

The thought of us and what we had,

Truly makes me cry.

Because she thought me all that bad,

And judged me by and by.

She was my first, unwritten song,

Which never ceased inside my mind.

A song I searched for, oh so long,

But never thought I'd find.

Now the music's halting, ending,

I simply can't recall the words.

This song of mine has lost its meaning,

In place of it is pain and hurt.

This horrid bitterness controls me,

From the inside out.

I don't know who or what to be,

Because of all this doubt.

Sadness, anger, woe!

Inflicted on my very heart.

Injected by this single girl,

Who's torn it clear apart.

I gave a once full heart to you,

To do with as you may.

Alas I was a bitter fool,

And clueless, I convey.

To your fickle ways,

Of shallow implication.

You seemed to say,

I wasn't worth your attention.

On the day you moved away,

I met you near your old wind chime.

Little had we left to say,

Knowing it was time.

When you finally left this place,

You turned and walked into the dawn.

Stepping with such matchless grace,

Until each step of yours was gone.

Now I snap back from the past,

Blinking back the tears.

Reliving shadows being cast,

Feeling somewhat queer.

I live here now all on my own,

Without your sweet embrace.

You moved to Europe all alone,

Your problems yours to face.

I think, wonder, question... Did you receive my package?

"Box of Memories" describes a man who reminiscences of his past lover while mourning the recent tragedy which was their downfall. Beginning and ending in the poem, a box of memories is mentioned. There are two possible options to which the reader may believe he is sending the box to his past lover,

1.) A final plea for her to change her mind and come back to him,

Or

2.) A negative, insightful act to remind his lover of the bittersweet romance they shared.

Neither is specified as to prick the imagination of the reader.

I shall update about this passing weekend soon!

Thanks for reading,

~Jacob