Shattered Lass

In the dark box

lie love letters

composed of deceitful words

Godiva wrappers and paper boats

Once meant more than words

Paper hearts split like their love

Occupy nothing but space inside the box

The Pez key chain and red bows

mean nothing from now on

All left of her is naught

but the Pride button itself

And the invaluable choker

that ended up in there by mistake.