In my room, under the bed, lies a box.
The one that holds all our memories,
All the love and hatred, all the friendship and enmity.

For years I've been mortified to even look at it,
But now with us completing a lifetime
I guess now I must review my situation
As to where I stand without you.

As I open the first letter, I get a waft of your smell.
Sweet and seductive, it lingers around me long after you've left.
Your words of love seem to fade away now, as they no longer hold any meaning.
But the touch of the parchment feels divine and it reminds me of your skin against me.

As I ruffle through the poems you gave me, thinking what we did wrong,
I look out the window and see the flowers, the birds and nature,
How everything always goes back to place after winter without fail,
Every time.

It was as though she told me something, something that just woke inside me.
That I had to get up and get over it,
Get over the past and move on with my present and hope for a better future.
I had to be able to stand on my feet, to be able to live my life,
Without regret and love it none the less.
And I will do it, I will succeed someday.

Then after years when you think about that girl you left,
Remember that she moved on for a better life without you,
The one she'll never forget.