The past looks so different from the future,
A playground of fun and games
But when I stand here gazing forward,
all I can feel is pain.
The boxes tumble into the cloudy sky,
Swaying in the still breeze
Reminiscent of my nerves
Giving my heart a squeeze.
This house is but a shell,
No memories are found here,
I do not know how to fill it,
With the trinkets we've collected over the years.
I feel like I am drifting,
Anchored to nothingness,
I float in the abyss of life,
A sick man with no medicine.
They say I should be excited,
A new chapter opening in my tale,
But I am shut out from my own life,
Left with only blurs and chaos.
Tensions ripples through unknown veins,
As I leave my time with you,
I know you can hear me,
As my heart bursts into two.
