In her heart,
he’s always there…
waiting for her walls to weaken,
in that window of opportunity
she’ll find any logical reason
to keep him as buried treasure in her
keepsakes of happily ever after(s),

she embraces those happy times
when they were together
laughing and having a good time,
young and in love was the thing to be,
being whisked away by the wind
was not just a fairy tale thing,

she misses being carried over the moon,
holding steadfast to those memories
she won’t let them go,
afraid they’ll escape
through the same front door
she last saw him walking through.