BOX

Completely heartbroken last year, by one of my closest friends/ intermittent lover/overall mind fuck of 9 years, I was the ultimate embodiment of a damsel in distress. Then with help of dear friends, self help books and the Pink Panther (with Steve Martin), I got myself out of the funk.
I was, in fact, 'supercool'.

He had not tried to contact me either, which was very helpful to my zen healing process. I was getting on with life, wine and cigarettes just fine and moreover, my brain space had slowly but surely started to be taken over by someone else!

And then one fine day.... BAM. He initiates a chat through a completely unexpected source (he was blocked on all the known ones). Always a man of deep thoughts and a few words, his opening line - 'sup?'

I had put all the cherished memories I had shared with him in a box, kept it in safe place and lost the key. What I had not expected was the unforgiving barrage of the bad memories to come charging at me.

Anyone who has seen the episode of the IT Crowd when Aunt Irma visits the office, will understand (and sympathize) with the state of my emotions. Livid doesn't even start to describe my feelings. It was time to close my eyes and breathe.

Life is strange. I could almost hear a voice in my head going 'ha!'. Swirling recollections of the past came flooding back. I was expecting to find myself scrambling for the key, opening the box and then losing the key so that I would never have to shut the box ever again.
But instead, all I wanted to do was box his ears.

There it was again, that voice in my head going 'ha, HA'!

(dedicated to Mo for coming up with the title of the piece)