a dream, br it's true br dies first br soft, tender, unattended br relegated to the long expanse br of bygone br misplaced emotions br desires and secrets br decay at the bottom br of our malleable minds br archaic thoughts br forced to peek around br life's current corners br at treasures both luxuriant br and worthless without them br still sealed with intense br covert feelings br secretly stashed br it suddenly br will dust itself with doubting fingers br earnestly wanting to feel br needed again br trying hard br not to crumble br when newly exposed.