"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...




Wednesday

Packing up sometimes means looking back



I found the box.  
You know, the one where Mr. Foresterman kept every card, every note, every letter I gave him 
during the 3 years of our courtship. 
I almost didnt open it, because the U-Haul comes tomorrow 
and we need to load up approx. 1 ton of books (yes, he weighed the books) 
and all the rest of everything.  


Including this box of hopes & promises. 
  


Opening up the lid, this was the first card I found.  As I read, my eyes started to sting a bit.


If you were a star
that wasnt expected back
in the universe 
for a thousand years,


I'd wait.

If you were the sky
and everyone went inside
when you got sad 
and started to rain,


I'd stay.

And if you were a peach
and the world decided to get rid of all peaches,

I'd pick you up,
put you in my pocket...

and keep you. 
                        
                ~ Ashley Rice



 And with all my heart I still feel the same way...


                                                                           Photo by Joyce Krumm






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1 comment:

I am feral, so although I dont respond at all like most domesticated bloggers, I will try my best - Thank you for even wanting to leave a comment, as it may draw me out from the woods from whence I came!

Or under a rock, it depends most days...