June Blues

THREE. EIGHTEEN. TWENTY-TWO.

There were two letters stuffed inside a black folder that were tucked away in the closet.

They were packed away with all the past feelings labeled “repress at all costs”

Somehow they got loose.

They showed up at my doorstep

Repackaged And Relabeled:

“Fragile: open at once!”

Unsure of what would be inside,

The box was opened carefully

Anger, Sadness, and Hope stood inside and barged their way out.

Hope said with unsteadiness, “We are here only for a short time, for soon we will be lost. All that you wished will be no longer, your chances from here are gone.”

They laid down letters filled with written promises to a fourteen year old girl and disappeared.

Anger, flustered, had paced the floors.

He yelled incessantly.

“How could you let this be?”

“You can’t change the past! You’re too stubborn! You can’t force love! She never wanted you anyway!”

He slammed the door with his exit; leaving as abruptly as he came.

Sadness sat still, but her presence filled the air.

She spoke no words.

She went nowhere.

She grieved in silence.

At that moment, she realized that Hope was truly gone and Anger had her torn.

Even though she had been repackaged and relabeled, she was still filled with the same contents: abandonment, bitterness, and emptiness.

We share a name and DNA, I wish it could’ve been more.