Love Came Back

LOVE CAME BACK

I had put the love box on the shelf
Every day I'd polish it
Taking off the night's dust
Then i'd arrange it specially
Right in front of the books and
Other curios
Then one morning I looked
At it
A bit disdainfully
And I put off dusting it
Until the next day
Tomorrow became today
I looked at the box again
Deciding I could wait yet another day
I let it go
Soon many had passed
It had collected sufficient dust
So, I moved it way to the back
It's lustre had worn thinner
And thinner
Until it was just a dull lifeless
Box
As the books on the shelf were
I only glanced up at it
Once in awhile
I could only see the corner of it
Where I had moved it
My finger left that area clean
And because of its
Position
It stayed that way
Just a small little corner
That still had a shininess
I went to the shelf and
Pulled the box a bit forward
More dust was removed but
I still left it sit
Then
One day
Out of the blue
I took it down and dusted it
I placed it back in front
I had a hunch
Just a wee hint
That I might
Be needing it
Again
Then
A love letter was delivered
It was new
Never opened
I opened it
Smelling the sweet perfume
It had been sprayed with
There in front of me
Right on the cream linen
Page
His words
His love
His life
Given back to me
It was
Love came back
And this time
It stayed