Unboxed
Unboxed
I held her tight
Her weight in my lap
boxed
to let her go gently
Water & wind ready to embrace her
The sun falling halfway
Our metal casket gleaming mid-flight
I needed her weight
in my lap
Not wanting to give her up
I thought I’d swallow just one bit of her
Take her in and make her stay
But she had chosen differently
Forcing me to reach into that wooden box
for her
And holding her one last time
extending my arm out into open air
fingers begrudgingly freeing
dropping her from sky
I let her go
First published: Dual Coast
Copyright © Heather Browne | Year Posted 2014
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