I made a box of our time together,
Of memories we shared all those years,
Now is the time to pack away,
With Sadness and with Care.
The first is a simple smile,
When ever I thought of you and our love,
Neatly folded in the four corners of my heart,
It’s the best that I could do.
Next are all the memories,
Of the times when we were two,
Wrapped with love one by one,
Sealed with tears as time goes by.
Then there are the happiness,
I had when you were near,
Now in a cage of sadness,
And locked up with a tear.
Next are the times we kissed,
Each one wrapped with a sigh,
Placed next to a rolled up list,
Of all the times I've asked my self why.
Now to pack are the pieces of my heart,
Gathered in a pile, not knowing what went wrong
Each one wrapped up tenderly,
And placed next to a distant smile.
Then there are all the shattered wishes,
Placed in softly so no more can break,
Covering them over trying not to cry,
So they would not all ache.
Lastly walking round each room,
Closing each and every window,
Shutting each and every door,
Leaving behind each and every pain.
Gathering up the memories we shared,
Making sure I've got them all,
Packing them softly because I cared,
Leaving them in the boxes in the hall.
Finally the last song of our love
The endless refrain that used to
give my existence any purpose,
"I love him, I love him, I love him."
And with that, the feeling of loss
and loneliness beyond words...