Monday, January 28, 2013

Ribbon Tied Yesterday



I don’t know
why I keep
the ribbon
tied around
yesterday.

Faded ink
with random
tenderness
lies in a box
of barely
remembered.

First love
is as much
about endings
as it is about
beginnings.

Crumbled
among the
envelopes
are pieces
of what
could have
been.

If nothing else,
the yellowed
stationary
reminds me
goodbye
saved me
from getting
what I wished.


©Susie Clevenger 2013