The time has come a lot sooner than I had hoped.
My time in this little house is spent.
It’s the time where I try to fit years of memories into little shoe boxes.
Sadly that includes my memories of you.
I will pack them into a little box.
I will pack the “what could have been”
I will pack the “unsure feelings”
And when I arrive at my new destination, I will unpack my boxes.
I will start fresh and re-tack my memories to my wall.
Every box will be unpacked.
Except for the box that is filled with my memories of you.
That will remain closed and taped hidden in my mind.
I will push it away.
It will collect dust and slowly be forgotten.
Part of me is okay with this.
The other part knows it will be hard to not cut that shiny tape and take out every little memory from the forgotten box.