Aroma

The smell has finally faded.

There's nothing left inside.

An empty box of fables, place where dreams can die.

The truth is finally naked, things no one wants to find.

Our thirst, for now, is sated.

Just when the wells' run dry.

The dream is finally able to move on with the times.

What once had been now never was, and someone else can try.

The smell, at last, has faded.

Those dreams have been denied.

Our forgotten box decaying.

Our memories locked inside.