There’s an old cardboard box in my room somewhere,
Probably a remnant of something I got delivered from one of these online stores.
Some days it is plain brown, with a fading blue logo I can’t read anymore,
On other days it has pink wrapping paper on it, and little grey smiling elephants.
Every night I put away my stories in that box... the good, the bad, and the boring,
And I’m careful to shut the flaps tight, so that they don’t spill out and fade away.
You see, this is the longest that we haven’t spoken to each other,
And I’m worried that when we do meet, we won’t have anything to talk about.
Because we will meet someday, maybe years from now,
Talk about our respective lives, a normal conversation without any awkward pauses.
I’ll ask you about your new friends, your music sessions, your dance classes,
Tell you about my job, my football practice, everything...
Just enough chit chat, to make you smile,
And keep me from saying out loud... I never stopped loving you!
