After Long

Dusting through the festive vibes
She moved book after book
One just falling back
With dust raving through
She saw the cover
And memories fall back
A rose petal between the pages
And those days came back
The face, the kiss, and the closeness
Felt the touch just behind her back
Turned around and saw another
With memories just falling down the well
A curious face asking her the question
Of what tragedy had just fell
Hesitated, she smiled
“A long forgotten”, she just said
Turning away the book slides in the box
Donations, it read.