The Box

Today I received a box

That I had sent months ago

It was a pretty, pretty box

That held things that no one knows

The box has stars and things

Really a box within a box

A pretty, pretty box, with goodies and strings

Holding sweetness, love, and clocks

The box contained a letter

A letter that was never read

A letter that held a promise

Of things that were never said

I sat beneath the sun

With the box, packaging and such

And began to throw out the things

That had once meant so much

I read the letter one more time

Words I thought other eyes would see

But alas, they were never read

By anyone else but me

I ripped the letter slowly

As I watched children play

And folded the gift paper gently

To use for another day

I kept the pretty box

It was too pretty to throw away

Perhaps I'll use it another time

Anytime but today