The box had lain there
for months
It held everything
Every hate, love, trust and fear
It held it all safely
Securely
Some days it called
Others it mocked
Finally I had to open it
And pour everything out
Like wine it poured red
And you were with me
We opened it together
With hope, we began to sort
To pick up the pieces
But the pieces were broken
didn’t fit anymore
And I read every word
Then over again
Yet even between the lines
There was no room for me
I began to doubt
Why were you here
You had grown bored
With your toys
So many times before
I closed the box
cursing pandora
And watched you
wander away

Beautiful and poignant. I love the last stanza. I’ve often cursed the opening of that box, too.