I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Sunday, June 07, 2015

A Box Of Chocolates


I put it away, that great feeling I had for you. Like a box of chocolates I wanted to preserve it for the moment we would reconvene again.
You and me. One more time. One more chance.
The ephemeral moment of our encounter made me look for that box where I had saved the best I had for you. I looked earnestly and finally found it. The box was empty. The feeling gone.
I don’t know when  it happened or how it happened. I carefully packed it the last time you walked away. Intact for that moment when we would meet again. At last we have…
But the box is empty. Not even a trace of what I once stored.
I am free. I have let go.