Saturday afternoon is here,
And I, planned to dust my room;
With fairy lights hanging across the walls,
And memories hidden in cupboards.
And I did come across one,
This, hidden in a shoebox;
With trinkets and trivials of all kind,
And photographs hidden in the depth.
Faded and wet though they were,
From the dampness spreading in my cupboard;
Changing the smiling faces,
Into unrecognizable smudges.
And then amidst them I found,
Etchings of happier times;
Of smiles that mattered and smiles I missed.
Sighing, the shoe box was put away.
Dampness ate them, they said,
And tears were hot and damp.