Box

Passed down by many,
The box sits on its level bottom.
The rough terrain makes it delicate.
Sterling silver catching my eye,
I stare interested.

I watch it.
He walks over unnoticed
Picking it up carefully,
Telling me the story
I ought to hear.

I thought deeply,
How would he treat you?
I questioned aloud,
Unaware of my mistake.
Such an exquisite figure.