Posted by: Devin | August 25, 2016

The Box is Opened

In the glass-walled silence 

The box is opened. 

Ribbon unfurling, 

Contents exploding

In a confetti cacophony,  

A pomp and circumstance of the heart. 

 
This nurtured secret, kept locked 

Until nightmares and whirlwinds arrived;

Now there is no secret,  

Just the gift, bared, 

Trembling alone in the night.

   
Alas, no postal service delivers hearts 

And souls,  

Only dime a dozen material goods.  
 
The distance is too great.  
 

The box falls to the floor, 

Lonely  and shattered.  

Irreplaceable. 

But oh, how the pieces glimmer and ache. 

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