Secrets of the Wallet

In an old, battered wallet, love letters are stashed,

folded with care, though time has quite thrashed.

A picture of youth, captured in time,

his eyes tell the stories, all tangled in rhyme.

Dust motes dance softly, as I open it wide,

remnants of memories held close inside.

Though empty it feels, it bursts with the past,

a keeper of moments, forever to last.