On my bedroom floor laid two big boxes.
The first box, battered and worn out, was made of blue cardboard and beside it, a white box stood proud. Both were as empty as my hallway this quiet Friday evening.
Memory, said the blue box while in bold black letters, the white box said Future.
One by one I tossed in whining, fear and regret in the blue box. It was filled to the brim mainly with what if’s and could have been’s. Later I gently placed opportunity and guts side by side in the second box. With a ribbon of time I tied up friends and family and did the same to words and inspiration.
Soon, only two things were left: you and me.
With a deep, heavy sigh I placed you in the blue, battered box. I placed myself in the other.
I kissed the first box with realization and acceptance then sealed the other with appreciation and humility.
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Two Boxes by KASH
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