I know I left it here, somewhere. I remember these trees and how easy I thought it would be to find it again, after. That was before, when I thought I would be free to come back to this place. Now everything, every bit of the forest floor is covered in leaves. Summer pathways of green long since disappeared, and it all looks the same.
I buried the box in the spring, not knowing it would be months before I could retrieve it, after you’d gone, when it was safe. Memories of the secret dalliance into a different world now seem to be lost forever.