The Seasonal Construct Cup

April Prompt #13

Following cobblestone walkway
narrowing alley
Rain harsh as hate
I look and see
magical glory
Antiques shining bright
through dust covered window
I rush inside saturated
relics abound before me
Sensing watchful eyes
guardian I'm sure
Tells me to gander
treasures to behold
Cautiously trekking through
forgotten memories
Antique trunk beckoning
calling my name
Knelling me
determined for discovery
Dropping to my knees
I stare in stunned awe
Faded in color
intricate black lock
Key sticking out
begging to be turned
With trembling hand
engaging the key
Aged hinges squeak
as though closed for years
Stale must exhales
puffs from memories past
Peering inside
hollow open space
Yearning to be filled
with memories anew
My fingertips caressing
feeling my way
Over each edge
as we two bond
Intended for me
in unspoken words
Sent straight to my soul
desires us to be one
Our need for each other
provides strength and hope
Both happy again
dwelling in peace
My trunk and I
when I need in
Key turns alone
lid lifts for me
No squeaking at all
like we found each other
Connected so strong
joined in destiny
My new trunk and me