The Hope Chest

Full of hopes that
Things would be happy
Finally was each object
Laid in this chest

But there’s the test
The test of time
Everything’s yellow, that was white
Everything’s consumed by time

All the objects laid away
For that magical day
That never came yellow
Now, crumble now, softly with time

The hope chest sits
In the corner, in the attic
In the abandoned house
She never married 

She was buried with
The name she was born
With, long ago, and there’s
No one to remember now