Intense thoughts, like active beings, come and go. Haunt us then flee, leaving ajar the door

Three Words

I wrapped three words
in a box
and signed
and sent

You opened the box
and smiled
and cried
and took them to heart

And in my folly I took
back the words
and made you feel
that they were not real

I now wrap
the three words in a box
Return not to sender
For they couldn’t be more real

© Bonyo Buogha 2011

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