One day
I will stumble upon a box
Full of the things
I've given
I've lost
Covered in bubble wrap
Like they have never been through so much struggle
To get back to me
The box wasn't wrapped with red ribbon
But with tight tape
As if saying
It was to be opened by people
With strong hands like mine
Which have gone through the sharpest blades and knives
But I tell you
I still offer delicate fingers