I had an Inkling

a break up sonnet

I had an inkling, though I kept it hid
With other such disquiets in a box;
Pushed to the back of mind, shut with a lid,
Which strained to open through my mental locks.
You had a crowbar cunningly disguised -
Dressed as a coffee, which you kindly bought,
And as I drank, the lid you slowly prized
To give release that pale and dismal thought.
It lingered there between us like a stain
Which, being noticed could not be ignored;
No hope deferring and no point to feign
Such thoughts to boxes might yet be restored.
Though now we part, I dolefully accept
Our thoughts in boxes cannot be so kept.