The Gift Box

A Poem

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It was a box
Glittered and beribboned
Begging to be opened
With all glee of a
Gift

No soft cushion holding
A jewel

A blackness swirled
Pleading for touch
Ice cold
Chilling

And the knowledge
Learned from that touch
Priceless in its yield
A black heart

Stinging fingers
Singed heart
It was the gift of
Gone

A gift of farewell
The greatest gift