The Trunk

The property was bought at auction
Not many thought it worth a glance
Knowing the old couple that passed
I felt it my honor to take a chance.

Most of the belongings were worn
They’d please Goodwill just fine
A trunk found in the attic recess
Would be something remaining mine.

I opened it feeling a bit of intrusion
They had no heirs a legacy to leave
So all these cars, letters and pictures
Left me wiping a tear on my sleeve.

A lifetime together stored in a trunk
Mementos of 53 years together
I felt love, tears and trials shared
A piece of a picture of him and her.

Hours turned the tear to a smile
Confirming knowing them an honor
Digging a hole in my back yard
No one their life to again bother.

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Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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