I wonder what I'll find tonight
Sorting through the past that I've left behind
Delicately picking through the past
Like plucking grapes off a vine
A yellowed pair of white dance slippers
Beads plucked off with peeling worn-out soles
A faded red scarf from the sea
In which moths have eaten holes
The hat of the doll you kept for me
When Papa threatened to burn her
Not our fault the cow ran away
What naughty kids we were
Baubles once attached to the barrette I used to wear everyday
Now run loose in the bottom of the box
Because you broke them off when we played
I loved that barrette, I held it so dear, but I forgave you anyway
An operatic triumph gave us reason to celebrate
I still have that rose, it's wilted now, but it's the first red one you ever gave
You brought champagne and we reminisced on our childhood days
I kept the cork and I still have it to this very day
You told me that you loved me
Under the Parisian stars
My knees were weak, I almost gave in
We almost took things too far
I reread your letters
I again cried many tears
Again I think I love you
Even after all these years
The man who I now hold and love
Doesn't know I have these things
Not even about those broken brushes
Or golden time-stained cufflinks
I don't want to hide this from him
He'll find out anyway, someday
But I'm a better woman for him, the man I love today
All thanks to the my encounters with the boy of yesterday
Thank you to the boy I held before
I'm cherishing love a whole lot more
But now it's time to tuck away that box back in the attic
And lock again the door