Away from my sight

His things still sit here
I know where they lie
within my sight
stuffed in a plastic bag
covered by a coat.
I have no way to return them
sometimes I want to wear them
that maybe if I did I could...
feel his comfort.
No that's just stupid
he doesn't care
don't give in.
Sometimes I want to burn them
because their a thread tied to him
and I want it out of my sight.
Their just reminders
but I am strong enough
to talk to him
to see him once more
though I hope i never do
It would probably kill me inside
and the feelings that linger now
would only come flying back
but I am still strong
and I wouldn't mind.
I wish to sees his face
when he sees me again
sees that I've moved on
and I am alright
and it would be even sweeter
if I too had a guy
but I should be careful
what I wish for
because this curiosity
might just back fire.
Don't get me wrong
I really have moved on
I just want his things
out of my sight.
Goodbye was my last knife
and now I can suffice
with the joy of life.
I am satisfied enough
to survive
just please get his things
out of my sight