I found, a faded dusty box.
Inside I found, not faded memories
but those shining as bright as a neon lamp
that I saw yesterday
Suggesting I go in
I opened the box.
And longing for a broken dream jumped out and sat on my heart
like an unexpected jack in the box
given life and lodging in a new home
Inside the box were your words.
I took your words out of the box
and I traveled
in and out of weeks, until the years collapsed
I touched your name like you once touched me
like my every freckle was a masterpiece
I held your words in my hands.
And read each word you wrote me hungrily,
like I was starving
I devoured your words again
Until the paper was torn and covered with bite marks
In your words
I saw myself as you saw me,
a glittering reflection like the sky in the wet sand
I saw you how I remembered you
like the other half of my soul
Now, I try to close the box.
It will not close
I look for our footprints in the sand,
but somehow they disappeared
I look at the stars and I hope in that single moment,
you are too.
I still wait by my letter box
dedicated to FBMB
Alt J: Every other freckle:
and if this seems familiar, it may be. This is one of my first-ever poems, but the original post has disappeared…