Boxes of old photos line the back of the antique store
Portraits of families and strong women
Old men when they were younger
Hang throughout the walls
Blue glass and figurines
Flow through the middle of the room
Hardwood floors creak with
Every step
Vinyls in cardboard boxes reek of good ole days
And illustrations of floral wallpapers
Smell like dust
Vintage clothes fill the front of the store
Old Victorian shoes that have seen far more
Boxes of newspapers
Shelves of old books
When I’m upset I imagine my favorite antique stores in great detail
And yearn for the treasures that have not been seen