I have a photo of you & I. It's gathering dust on my dresser, face down. I picked it up a few days ago, I blew off the dust and I stared. I just stared.
Slowly, I let myself look at you. So much taller than me. (But who isn't? Let's be honest here.) It was before my life went crazy, and I didn't know how to make it right again. I still don't know how.
Then you disappeared, for a while.
Now you're in my life again, and I'm a mess. I'm a different girl who's just trying to pick up the pieces of her life that don't quite fit together anymore. (I don't know if they ever fit in the first place.) I'm shoving all the pieces into my box.
I feel like my world will explode on the first wrong step I take. So many cracks are in sight, it's a wonder it hasn't exploded already.
I packed up my heart in bubble wrap, and slid it into the box that holds the crooked pieces of my life.
I'm trying to be careful. I'm trying to be cautious, carrying around the box that holds my heart, carrying it high above my head. No one can look at it. No one can open it.
It makes me wonder why I let you have it in the first place.
And why I didn't fight harder to get it back.
Here's news for you: You won't lay hands on it ever again. This time I locked it up, and I swallowed the key. You'll never see it again. (Stop asking.)
And the picture of us? It's in the box, too.
Your blog is one my favorites. Just wanted to put that out there.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a good story. Story. Poem. Piece. Entry. Selection. Whatever.
Your heart is locked and you swallowed the key. Oh, and the picture's in there as well.
One of the challenges in writing is making big things (love, relationships) accessible to a reader. I think you were able to do it by writing about the box and the key and the picture and even the bubble wrap. Very nice.
Really well done. I really like the feeling that was put into this. Great work.
ReplyDeleteI just stared.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to be careful. I'm trying to be cautious, carrying around the box that holds my heart, carrying it high above my head. No one can look at it. No one can open it.
seriously now,
so good.
"I have a photo of you & I. It's gathering dust on my dresser, face down." Deep relation to that one... heart breaker. i love you, just saying.
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ReplyDelete"And the picture of us? It's in the box, too."
sigh....I love this. All of this.
The visuals, the word choice. All of this.
I really liked this. I can actually visulize the whole time, and i feel like im able to relate. I could read this over and over again.
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