All That Remains



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.