The life I once had here
Is no longer; I’m moving on,
Only the memories remain.
The rest is neatly folded,
Placed in a box; the pictures I kept,
And some I gave away, then I wept,
But everything else, is safely held,
Stored in my heart or in the attic.
And I all I know is….
Nothing will ever be the same,
Of all that remains.