Packing memories that dangle mutely on the wall.
Laying them thoughtfully in a wooden crate
Walking away from it, hearing a whispering call
Laid on top a ballad wrote one remorse to late.
In that wooden crate is a lonely photo of you.
Your whispers hum the lyrics of are twisted fate.
Sorting through the photos kept beyond my view.
Finding one of us recalling that sentimental day
My thoughts heard those lyrics you never knew.
Singing them is your photo packed gently away.
It sings "Take your time to love me, hurry none."
Still its my torn heart that won't allow me to stay.
So the memories are packed away one by one.
Each with glances back to before love was fated.
Boxes lined up by the door, all recalling is done.
In the bedroom where our memories were created.
Gazing at that last crate, thinking back on it all
One last verse escapes "My love would've waited"
All the memories are now gone from the wall.
Arranged thoughtfully each in a regretful state.
Walking away from here, hearing a whispering call.