Corroded copper, failing clasp
yet such a treasure in my grasp

one only to be seen by me
once I am moved to memory

and then it opens to suffice,
this surreptitious paradise:

your photograph reversing time,
returning years when you were mine.

So suddenly we're young again
well unaware of how or when

on paths toward possibilities
no talk of loss, fragilities

just us and futures to be made.
How we would whirl when music played.

We leave, but you're already there
beside me always, everywhere.

Locket © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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16 lines.  Portable Paradise brevity challenge - prompt: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2753563-Brevity-Poem-Prompt--87
Submitted: June 25, 2020

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