Memory Box

You left me,
alone here,
holding onto this satin covered box,
half-full of half-memories,
a tilted ballerina with a wonky spring.
Objects soaked in meaning.
Letters wrapped in ribbon.
Polaroids and pendants.
A broken chain.
An envelope of anger.
A sachet filled with sorrow.
All coated in a light dusting of unbearable pain.

This half-full box is too god-damn heavy.

Somehow,
you took with you,
all of our secrets.
But left me,
alone here,
to carry our shame.

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s