You and I

I've neatly put away all the memories of you and I,
All stored in order in a small cardboard box,
And slid into the corner of my closet,
Beginning to gather dust.
I've put a lock on the cardboard box,
One that has to be opened with a key.
I threw the key down the drain,
Never to be found again.

I've buried the memories of you and I,
All shoved into a small glass jar,
Dropped into a dug hole,
And covered up with dirt and soil.
Seasons come and seasons go,
I've forgotten where it was buried.
The flower that used to mark its spot,
Dead now, leaves no trace.

I've burnt the memories of you and I,
Throwing them into a fire,
Watching them shrivel,
Turn black and into dust.
No way was there to retrieve,
No way was there to stop.
All of it gone,
Dust and ashes.

I've cried all the memories of you and I,
My tears falling stream by stream,
Mixing with the pouring rain,
Silent in its sanctuary.
Down they fall onto the ground,
Soaked up by the grass and land.
And it was then that I asked,
Did the tears belong to me or the sky?

I've forgotten all the memories of you and I,
The ones where we laughed,
The ones where we cried,
The ones where we loved.
I've pushed them all into a far away place,
For no one to find.
And my mind is blank,
As I wave goodbye.


I've neatly put away all the memories of you and I.