THE BOX

The lid of the empty box closed
she lied there cold and lonely inside
not with intention to live there
just a desparate attempt to hide
but the box had seemed to get smaller
as her quiet tears had shrunken the sides
she tried to kick them and mold them and shape them
back to the box she had once reconized
faintly she could hear my tapping
on her box as I walked by
she never thought it to be possiable
another box, out there, by her side
she disregarded my tapping
as it turned to screams hollers and swears
she tossed and turned in the brightness
and allowed her sadness to take her there
for the box had sealed shut while she was sleeping
and even the tapping had stopped one day
for in her dream I was in her blanket
and it was there that I chose to lay
though I could not take away all her sadness
nor her faults nor all her fears
she awoke in that box of brightness
in my arms and her puddle of tears