Her memories were wrapped up
in the present.

The milestones of her life.
Happy times, happy faces!
And the bitter-sweet, 
the sobs and sighs.

Then waiting and hoping;
futile as it turned out.

Try. Open the box.
Look inside!

Oh, but it is empty.
Not even dust.
The memories, just ether,
Her mind, a void.

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From  a prompt by Hélène Vaillant of Willow Poetry: What do you see May 28, 2019