A cardboard box
In the shape
Of a wounded heart

Duct taped
At the bottom,
Too much to carry,
Weathered weary

Once packed
To the brim of another,
Now emptied and filled
With the remnants
Of a faded lover

She cries while
Taping the top down,
A mournful sound
Heard by no one around

It's karma at it's finest,
She was mean and now
Is out of reach for his truest