After You
I’m in a box. Nothing fancy I guess, just a brown cardboard box. She’s hid me though. Under a tree. It isn’t just any tree that she wouldn’t be able to recognize and confuse it for another tree. No, this is the tree at the park next to the lamp post. The lamp post that lit the seat where they sat that night. The night where I fell in love with him. The night where they had their first kiss. That tree. I remember so much from that night. The tree and light from the lamp post played together to create irregular shadows on his face, but absent from any shadows were his lips, highlighting the path to seal my love. I felt so different then to how I feel now, I was falling in love with the man who I thought would be the one. I felt love, you know, that swollen but fluttery ache of love. There is a lot to remember from that beautiful night. But that is where she put the box. Dug a hole and placed it under that tree.