I was cleaning out bookshelf, like i once cleaned out my heart, i came across your picture, it caused memories to start. Memories, not feelings, for you my hearts asleep. The giant fist that clutches it once, released the hurt so deep. Its been awhile since then, I'm over you by now. I had to learn to trust again.. I had forgotten how. I'll put your picture back in place, between the pages of my mind and forever leave you as you once left me, so very far behind.
