Box

I found your photo
In a box.
It didn’t move.
It didn’t talk.
And every day,
I looked in vain,
And every day,
It stayed the same.
It didn’t answer me,
Or change.
The lines across
Your face remained
Exactly where
They’d been before.
I hung your picture
On a door,
I lay my memories
On the floor.
I put your picture
On the wall.
You didn’t write.
You didn’t call.
My stomach burned
My hope grew small.
I couldn’t hear
Your voice at all.
And in my dreams
The letters came,
And when I woke
I heard your name.
But the picture
Stayed the same.

– Written by Anna Williams at Age 26

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About Anna

Anna Vera Williams is a poet, a photographer, a blogger, and a webmaster. She is the webmaster of Poems, Poets, & Poetry, which provides poetry resources and allows other poets to showcase their work. Her photographs can be found at Anna Vera’s Photography, and her books and photos can be purchased at Lulu.com.

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One Response to “Box”

  1. writerwoman Says:

    Box is very touching. A feeling of loss thunders through it.

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