Cardboard

While packing I notice, I see
The boxes scattered around me;
There’s nothing else, tables nor chairs,
Just memories stuffed in here and there…

This box you see, this one, it holds
That first date on a night so cold;
He sweetly walked me to my door–
This was the sweater that I wore.

This little box, it has some cards
That once had love, wishes, and hearts
I read them and they remind me
Of what once was…not meant to be.

That broken pan in that old box?
A souvenir from love long lost.
He slammed it when he was angry.
And that’s how that end came to be.

The white skirt suit and purple top,
I remember being in that shop,
I remember Mr. Busy
And how much he loved that on me.

But if I do want to move on
All this stuff has to be gone;
I’ll throw it out, give it away–
Except these shoes. They have to stay.
You see,
One time I skipped lunch for a week
So I could buy these pretty heels.
I even skipped a date or two:
The men didn’t compare to the shoe.

5 thoughts on “Cardboard

  1. What an emotional roller coaster ride !
    Wishing you all the very best for you new destination and a new outlook for your life !
    May it bring lots of lov,luck,happiness and fulfillment ! :))

    1. Saman! Thank you for your beautiful thought and wishes for me! I’m so glad my journey in Canada somehow managed to introduce me to lovely people like you. xox
      I wish you and your wonderful family a very happy, cheerful, loving new year ahead! Much love to you!

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