josh was taking the last boxes into the truck, today he was moving out.
he found a pink, flowered box. he hasn't seen it since - well, god may know.
he opened it, his cheeks growing redder,
and he read every paper.
after that, he put it all in place, took the box and walked downstairs.
but something made a click;
everything was ready; josh was going to leave.
but not before telling his old one happy christmas eve.
