I tried folding you into me

Packaging you so carefully (FRAGILE, THIS SIDE UP)

Meticulously stitching every detail of you

Sewing you into my dreams.

But I guess I was never good at folding

                …I’ll spend the rest of my life straightening out the wrinkles

And maybe the box I put you in was too small

                (Just. One. More. Shove.)

Undoubtedly, I pulled the thread too tight

                Causing the line I worked so hard on,

 to Unravel.

That by the time I realized you weren’t something to 
        Package
                 Study
                         Fix

Nothing really mattered.

You were already gone.

2/3/11