I look around my room
and all I see
are things that remind me of you.
That "everlasting flower,"
the lucky golf tee,
my less-than-perfect spoon.
Everything is a remnant of our relationship.
Changing it
means changing how I do things each day.
What I see every morning as I wake,
what I sleep with,
and listen to before my eyes shut.
Everything has changed.
So many memories lost
with one phone call.
Those last words,
"I need some time for me."
You say,
"We'll probably be together again,"
but I know,
deep in my heart,
that you're wrong.
The bear will never say,
"I love you" again
without lying.
My birthday card
will never mean the same to me.
But I know that
the only way to let go
is to store you in a box,
away from sight,
where I can't see you
and want to cry.
So, with these last tears,
I say goodbye,
forever.