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A Poem by Lori Brown Boniciolli


You were leaving.
I gave you a handmade wooden box,
holding a brilliant quartz crystal.
I enclosed a note:  " I love you with my heart in a box."
You accepted my offering with a nod.
The pain in my chest told me I had not, after all, given you my heart.
Your absent stare confirmed it.

© 2016 Lori Brown Boniciolli

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Posted 7 Years Ago

How sad that our feelings are not always reciprocated, but as you say, it's part of life.
It leaves me wondering what that quartz crystal was after all. Poetry is great like that.

Posted 7 Years Ago

It is so hard when one's dreams are NOT returned and sometimes a single "look" says it all.

Posted 7 Years Ago

This makes me wonder if you can give away that which is crystalized in the first place...but then perhaps the crystalized version goes back to where it rightfully belongs...

I first read this poem and it seemed confused to me, but after re-visiting, I find it makes good sense.

Thanks for sharing, Lori

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on April 12, 2016
Last Updated on April 13, 2016