I watched, motionless, as the sun set on our life.
I let you walk away.
You didn’t look back.
I packed the last of your belongings away in a box.
Sealed the lid on what once was.
You didn’t return.
The box remains; a constant reminder of you.
Square, uninteresting and covered in dust.
The Box
Jane Sandford 
*grins*
I see your *grin* and raise you a *giggle* 🙂
But at some point you gotta move on
Giving it to charity or something to do
You gotta let go of the past
Otherwise it will hunt you and ruin your blast
Let go of the sadness and regrets
Let go and see how dose you look to the world bend
Bending along as your feelings change
You will no longer feel as if you’re in a maze
Thank you, although there is no actual box. As somebody very close to me wrote:
I embrace the past and all within,
without which I would not be.
I rediscover hidden layers;
detach from delusions
to know myself;
find liberty.
Thanks again for popping by and sharing your wisdom 🙂
I realise I should have linked the page 🙂
https://suedenimes1.wordpress.com/2015/07/05/liberation/
Superb little poem
Thank you, Federico (Autocorrect, but I like it!) 🙂
I like it very much. I wonder how many have such boxes and not just from those who have walked away but those taken away. xo
I like your poem a lot. Powerful whether it is an actual box or a metaphorical one!
Thank you, Karuna 🙂
Brilliant Jane.
Thank you very much, Bob 🙂
That really has what you needed. Strength to stand your ground. Nice work.
Thank you, booguloo, and thank you for popping by 🙂