A Lost Box

     I'm walking down the sidewalk, watching the clouds drift slowly by, when suddenly, I trip over something. It's a suitcase. I pick it up, and go to a bench to sit and examine it. There are no locks, so I open it. Inside is a stack of photographs. In all of them are a man and a woman, smiling and laughing. There is a journal of love poems. There is a Valentine's bear. It is a box of old memories, a box of lost love. In the bottom corner lay a box. Inside is a diamond ring. I don't know what to do. I decide to read all the poems. I look through the photographs again.  The lifeless glass eyes of the bear reflect the loss of love. I admire the ring, but I feel those glass eyes staring at me, chilling me to the bone. With nothing left to do, I put it back exactly where I found it. Once adored, now forgotten.