In every corner of my room,
Are hidden memories of you.
Everytime that I look around
I see the things that we've been through.
The ups and the downs,
The happy and the sad
The sweet and the bitter
The good times and bad.
Things I may have forgotten,
Memories that I've set aside.
All come crashing down on me.
Like a cold, rushing tide.
As I pack up my belongings
And face the ghosts of our past
I pack up the thoughts of "us"
Behind a tear streaked mask.
Although we may no longer be.
And my suitcase is our tomb.
There will always be a place for us.
In the corner of my room.
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