Two Tickets

She rummages through old boxes, unpacks
the past in to her today, and finds them –
two tickets to Paris, yellowed corners
curled, names faded, both of them unused.
They were tucked in a book of poetry,
love sonnets strangely enough… amusing?
perhaps a little sad, considering.

Sitting on the front porch, she remembers
the plans they’d made, her anticipation…
a September wedding – Paris, romance,
just the two of them, the Eiffel Tower

As with too many other things in life,
it never happened. No conversation,
no apologies … and no memories.