Empty Vessels

I still can see small golden lights ablaze
within a glossy, yellow coffee tin
near bonny faces from those olden days.
They left sweet scars beneath my withered skin.
Their voices ring inside the attic’s din.
But tender hearts were silenced long ago;
why they departed, I shall never know.

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edited after initial posting

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