Tell me I meant something more

than just a girl you talked to once

tell me last time you said hello

you didn’t mean to say goodbye

I didn’t know last time

was the last time

can we start over

say hello like our lips

have never touched

like our hearts never called

each other home

can I take you there

I’ll write you love letters

you will never even read

love letters that will gladly age

in your closet drawer

the bottom one to the right

in that same box where

you’ve always kept

your heart.

Heart in a box -{renata ferretti}