Packing memories that dangle mute 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
Leaving behind the whispers from the wooden crate
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Submission Name: Packing Memories
