The Cardboard Box

a small cardboard box
filled with old dust -
I discover
sounds of laughter,
feelings engraved on paper,
a heart's outburst in words,
smells of tender moments,
of  wars, joys and tears,
birthday cards, love letters,
neatly folded notes,
roads not taken,
roads made or found,
and long-forgotten roads,
I grope around
to find my way
to rest a while,
on precious memories,
tucked into a little
cardboard box,
that speaks of trails
that lead to me.