Poetry's Palette

Lavenders & Diaries

On a bustling Monday morn, the search did commence,
For the key to my office, lost in the midst of events.
Where could it be? I wondered in despair,
Six years had passed, what use could it bear?

Then a memory struck, like lightning in my mind,
In the old storeroom, the key I would find.
I rushed up the stairs, hope in my heart,
Amongst wooden boxes, it waited to impart.

Untying the red string, the prize was revealed,
The key lay hidden, a treasure concealed.
But it wasn't the key that caught my eye,
A diary lay there, evoking a nostalgic sigh.

I dusted off the cover, opened it with care,
And memories flooded, a bittersweet affair.
The pages were worn, the ink slightly faded,
But the scent and the memories, they never abated.

Flipping through the pages, I found accounts of old,
A record of moments, stories yet untold.
But as I turned, a dried lavender I found,
A token of love, in that diary bound.

In a haze, memories came rushing back,
A coffee shop rendezvous, a love that didn't lack.
Chocolate brown eyes, denim so neat,
Forehead kisses, teenage love so sweet.

A slice of cake, a bar of chocolate too,
A bouquet of lavender, his love shining through.
My heart danced with joy, no bounds to my glee,
He knew how to make my heart flutter with glee.

That evening was magic, a date to remember,
That smile, that touch, that sweet November.
With a silly smile, I snapped back to reality,
In this hectic life, a moment of tranquility.

The lavender and diaries, a journey through time,
A reminder of love, so tender and sublime.
As I closed the diary, a warmth filled my soul,
For a moment, I found peace, a moment made whole.