Antique

Music box dancers
Round and round they turn
A long forgotten letter
Touched by age
A satin ribbon
Gently swept by the draft of time
Long abandoned photos
Faces forever smiling
The laughter can almost be heard
Dusty reflections in the mirror
Aged lace set aside
Stained with long ago tears
Faint scents of rose hang in the air
Withered petals
Once held next to the heart
A tarnished silver locket still warm
Tucked behind a once lit candle
Memories
Too fragile to touch
Too weak to hold