I have boxes of your things
In the hallways of my mind.
Boxes filled with your thoughts and pictures
The ones I engraved so deeply into the walls
As if I didn't know
I'd have to take them down to leave
Leave
Leave
Leave
Why is it so hard to
Think about leaving
I can't even fathom doing it
I'm looking at the boxes and taking out
Your words
And staring at them so intently
As if I hadn't already
Memorized them.
