Stories on the edge of familiarity
The Box to Put You In

The Box to Put You In

I found a box to put you in
See? It’s shaped like a boat
That’s important
Let me fold you up now
Linger over every crease
Not to remember
Not to forget
But to end
I remember what you used to smell like
How the atmosphere felt with your presence in it
I’ve had a lot of life since you
But I held you close like yesterday
Like only you were important
But you weren’t.
You were an event
A part of the fabric of life
You were something that happened
One of a number of things
I’m ready to let you go now
Your place is the past
Goodbye.

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