Packing away memories that dangle mute on the wall
Laying them thoughtfully in a fragile wooden crate
Walking away from it, hearing a soft whispering call
In that little wooden crate is a lonely photograph of you
Laid mindfully on top a ballad wrote one remorse to late
Your whispers are humming the lyrics you never knew
Sorting through all the fragments not desired anymore
Finding the picture of us on our unexpected last date
My thoughts heard those restless lyrics you now adore
Singing them is your photograph packed gently away
It tenderly sings "Take your time to love me, I will wait"
Nevertheless its my severed heart that won't allow me stay
So the memories are gently packed away one by one
Each with anxious glances back in time before this fate
Boxes lined up all neatly by the door, all recalling is done.
In the desolate bedroom where our memories were created
Standing there gazing at that last precarious wooden crate
One last verse escapes "My love for you would have waited"
All the lingering memories are now gone off the wall
Arranged thoughtfully each in a fragile mournful state
Walking away from here, hearing a soft whispering call
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Submission Name: Packing Memories Away
