2.01.2012

from the archives: attic stairs

in honor of the first day of valentine's month (ok, I know it's not really a whole month...), I thought I would share a depressing love poem. because there's nothing like unrequited love. oh, and just fyi, I wrote this a long time ago. like first-marriage long ago. just didn't want anyone thinking that I'm referencing my current wedding ring. ha!


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attic stairs

it's so troubling to think
that I'm still holding on,
a pink flowered
stationery box
full of cards,
letters,
a picture,
and a spoon -
you probably never think of me.
I wish I never thought of you.
my wedding ring
tells me I shouldn't.



1 comment:

Beth said...

Love it. Can totally relate.