Don’t open it my darling
Let the ribbons sit pretty
There’s a lot inside my darling
Will get difficult to fold back in
Tuck it away…behind the old vinegar bottles
Let the dust gather and termites eat some
One day when you find it…ribbons faded, dusty and dirty
Open it to see sepia memories
Moth eaten, faded, faintly resembling what it used to be
Bin it then
It won’t cost a thought.
…a box named me
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