Little Parcels of Love
A messenger arrived, it was a weird
Time for a delivery but I didn’t mind,
He gave me a little box filled with
Possibility
When I tipped all the possibility out
There was fear, distance, imagination
And risk.
As I tried to focus on my original gift
The other quantities found grew larger
For the longest time its sender made
No attempt to discuss each item
That came from the box.
Both of us hoping we wouldn’t have to,
But despite the possibility- perhaps we
Should talk of the other that came
Along too?
Maybe I’ll send something by
More possibility, more risk, more fear
And a chance at love.
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