Once polished weekly
with love and devotion,
I return to the
silky oak duchess.
In an old draw,
I found bits of jewellery and
pictures of us as kids.
Memories soaked
into the wood,
remind me of how
much I miss you.
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Once polished weekly
with love and devotion,
I return to the
silky oak duchess.
In an old draw,
I found bits of jewellery and
pictures of us as kids.
Memories soaked
into the wood,
remind me of how
much I miss you.