I still have your wrapped present
Tucked under folded clothes and hats
Out of sight so that I don’t think of you
I’ve thought of unwrapping the gift and keeping it for myself
But it belongs to you
To a time we were excited
Sharing stories from our past
Before things turned stale
Forced conversations shortened
Where silence eventually fell
I still have your wrapped present
It belongs to you
To the hope that the silence will be filled
With stories we create together
And to the unwrapped present in your hands
I.G.
Reconnecting 