Little Blue Box

That thing
Inside the little blue box

Its gleaming ruby red
And twinkling white flash
In its platinum cradle

Would have been
Perfect against your skin

Imagine the giving
The words, the setting
The promise, the tears
The moon

That thing
Inside the little blue box
With its perfect white bow
Once nearer than you know

Now sits in my drawer
Alone
Like me

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Now sits in my drawer
Alone
Like me

This stanza, sounds like my life. This is really good