Our Memories

Our memories are boxed up,

you're telling me it's time to move on,

i've been searching your eyes for something,

anything to show me that you still care,

but your eyes have glazed over,

you see right through me,

the spaces between my fingers left empty,

my finger left feeling naked without your symbol of love,

like the fog on cold winter windows,

the fingerprints and backward writing,

disappears like the scent of you left on my shirts,

disappears like who we used to be,

but i'll leave with a smile,

cause i at least had you in my life.