Untying Ribbons On Quiet Afternoons

I’ll bet you wonder why I keep that red box
high in the closet, filled with love letters,
even though, you’re right here beside me, now.

You watch, curiously, as I untie each ribbon
blushing at sharpie hearts and pretty adjectives.
You smile as I twist my hair, savoring every word,
remembering just how much each syllable meant
when we were 2,300 miles apart.



8 thoughts on “Untying Ribbons On Quiet Afternoons

  1. This is so sweet. I love this. Definitely following your blog.

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    Krys x


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  2. Sometimes we say things when we are thousands of miles apart that we don’t when we are next to one another…I love the image of the speaker being watched as she reads the words he remembers writing…you capture this simple act wonderfully

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