I put your things in a box today.
The blanket you gave me
because it was my favorite
once apon a time.
In the box also rests you clothes
The shirts you gave me to sleep in.
The green silk boxer shorts,
that you never wore, but I loved.
In the box is the jewelry you gave me.
The fairly inexpensive jewelry,
that you spent what little money you had
to make me feel pretty.
The picutres of us are off my wall.
They rest in the box as well
And we looked so happy.
Where did we go wrong?
So I have all these things in the box,
and nowhere to put the box
It just sits in the middle of the room
And it hurts more than any one item.
What am I going to do with this box?
Should I try to give it to you?
Would you even want them?
Every item that has our memories entertwined?
No, I imagine you dont want them.
All these things in the box,
they probably don't mean a thing.
Not to anyone but me now.
I have nowhere to hide this brown box
The box that is our lives now.
The end of past.
The symbol of no future.
I can't burn this box.
I can't hide this box
because worse than this physical box
is the box in my mind, in my heart.
A box that won't be filled anymore.
An empty box.
That like this brown box
can never be forgot. |
Submission Name: The box of your stuff
