What was it again that I wanted?
I can’t remember–
did I know how much it would cost?
No matter.
It’s paid for and tied with a bow,
addressed to my fears,
delivered in perfect time
and there’s no returns.
Day 291 – Gift to Myself
What was it again that I wanted?
I can’t remember–
did I know how much it would cost?
No matter.
It’s paid for and tied with a bow,
addressed to my fears,
delivered in perfect time
and there’s no returns.
The 365 Poetry Project 