The box is in the trash
with the pictures you returned
the letter I never read.
The box is gone
I can finally let it go
the memories were real, but with
no more substance.
The box is gone/broken/worn
with that part of my heart
that had held on in the hope
that you really did love me.
The box is gone
I can breathe again.
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About Me
- RJ
- I finally retired this year! Now all I have to worry about it money. I am married over 33 years with adult children. I would love to be skinny and rich! But am rubenesque and barely middle-class.
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