cardboard love. As I sit and hold your cardboard love, I imagine you having Christmas with your new family around the tree. Cardboard Lives A poem I wrote for a College Creative Writing class, basically about a man thinking back on the women he has “loved.” The Cardboard Groom “…a wild-eyed Ophelia for whom time stands still.” Ten cardboard boxes and a jilted bride. She’d taken several things that didn’t belong to her but she wanted them anyway and besides, he owed her more than just a few expensive gad… Pebbles . Or Cardboard " and from behind the window / time waits in the treelimbs for you < 3 "