It was a
B L A N K B L A C K B O A R D
t h a t
W A S N ‘ T
QUESTION OF THE DAY:
EVER FEEL LIKE THAT. . .
a blank black board
WHERE SOMETHING ONCE WAS. . . ?
I noticed that;
r e c o g n i z e d
the not-so-wiped-off-board
as I was waiting for her at this corner
S T A R B U C K S
wondered even then
what she might share
what I might hear
what I might share
what she might hear
after nearly two hours of
sharing / hearing
I still wondered
but I absolutely knew
it was more than a mere
S O M E T H I N G
her hurt was mine
my pain was her’s
that’s what REAL SHARING IS,
i s n ‘ t i t. . .
THE BLANK BLACK BOARD
w a s n ‘ t :
you”re so hard on yourself;
take a moment;
sit back. . .
marvel at your life:
at the heartache that hardened you,
at the suffering that strengthened you
despite everything,
you still grow;
be proud
OF THIS
it seemed to say
BLANK NO MORE
S O M E T I M E S
The Blank Black Board
doesn’t so much show
that there was once something there
as much as it so powerfully promises
of brand new things to come. . .
a mere meeting over a cup of coffee at a corner STARBUCKS
PROVED IT
Two grateful friends
s h a r e d ;
E X P E R I E N C E D I T
THE BLACKBOARD,
not so b l a n k,
The Coffee,
never better,
The Moment,
never lighter. . .
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