Heart Locket

Sunny light shone over it the lingering thoughts filled my head as it became dark, darker, darkest.
Dusty air filled the sky but it shone below it,
The smell of sand reminds me of home where I left from all of the family.
My hands full of memories the good times that took place in my very life.
Utterly unique memories that I’ll never forget.
I feel my dad’s ghostly hand holding me.
The past feeling of memories swarming the locket around it.
It feels powerful, warm, fuzzy and strong and it puts me in place.
Auras pull me towards it, every time I see it.
It may not be living but it makes my heart feel affectionately.
Sometimes I cry when I see it because of a lost feeling of home and family.
Background of my family's choices deflect on me, sad feelings begin to happen and guilt makes my heart try better every time.
Even though it makes me feel bad.
The light lummus locket guides me.
Sometimes ink runs down my hand as I write this poem about my dad and this precious heart locket I hold in my hand.