My Box

You explode with stunning colours,
Reflecting off my walls.
You are made of stainless steel,
With a pattern of shiny mirrors.
There are scattered sequins
All over your lid.
And rough surfaces on your body.
I feel connected with you,
Like you are a part of me.
Deep in your heart,
There are old memories that you have captured
To keep safe.
I can hear a soft click when I close your fragile lid.
I know you are always there no matter how far away I am.