Fade To Black

There’s a locked box that won’t bust open.
Its contents are silver and gold.
I’m told.
You’ll meet me in the valley, in the shade where our love once existed.
It’s in us still, or did you forget?
Reset.
Let’s sit back in our chairs, and rock, and listen.
To the swirling sound of dishwater draining.
And to the soft whispers a-buzzing, our dreams, like x-rays, muted to black and white.