Joined: 03 Mar 2010
Posts: 28
Location: Somewhere in Southern California
All My Love
All my love
All my love packed away in little boxes.
Saved for one day when Ms. Right would come along.
Stored unused, dusty, yellowed with age,
They sat so very long waiting for the "one."
Rusted to each other, pieces large and small, from the damp,
Dampness of tears shed over love that came and went,
Seldom seeing light and air.
All my love packed away in little boxes.
Dragged out and dumped at your feet,
Smelling of mildew, and mold, in damaged boxes.
Given to you in one big heap,
For you to sort through, looking for the salvageable;
You, Ms. Right, receiver of half-forgotten bits of love,
Must somehow breathe new life into the dying love.
All my love packed away in little boxes,
Labeled, "father," "mother," "brother," “friend,” etc.
The box labeled, "lover," far, far back on the shelf.
Boxes long ago given up on, never filling, always draining.
Convinced that I would never use them again.
All my love packed away in little boxes.
You opened each one to see what it contained.
Handled each fragile bit with care,
Examined them in the light of your love,
Tossed out what was broken beyond repair,
Repaired all that you could with love of your own.
And after all you set aside as garbage,
I still need bigger boxes to hold all my love again. _________________ Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. Scott Adams
Writing is easy, you just stare at a blank page until beads of blood form on your forehead.
Mon Mar 29, 2010 5:31 pm
pharos
Joined: 21 Jun 2009
Posts: 583
Location: Australia
Beautiful piece of writing, mm. I loved the labelling of the boxes and the ending made me smile.
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