Because I didn’t know what to do with them
I placed her words in a box.
Sometimes, I take them out and look at them
Turning them round and round in my hands and my mind
Trying to make sense of them
Will that day ever come?
Still no answer.
Or if there is, I can’t admit it, even to myself
Without my world falling apart.
So I continue as if nothing has changed,
Because I can’t allow it to.
It’s like a picture puzzle with one piece missing
And you look under the table, sweep the floor, shake out the rug,
But it’s not there
Finally, you understand that someone must have carried that piece away with them.
You don’t want to throw the puzzle away,
In case they someday find that piece,
Absentmindedly stuffed into a pocket,
And decide to return it,
So you put it up on the highest shelf
And wonder what to do with it every time you pass.
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
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Comments (1)
What a beautiful poem! ‘ Because I didn’t know what to do with them I placed her words in a box. Sometimes, I take them out and look at them Turning them round and round in my hands and my mind Trying to make sense of them Will that day ever come? Still no answer.’ I hope you will get answers one day 💙