my ex girlfriend has a **** Polaroid photo of me in a box in her closet. She tells me there are no romantic feelings left anymore. I refuse to believe she's telling the truth.  I think she is hiding them somewhere in that box, along with her cigarettes, condoms and makeup. It's buried somewhere, along with me. In a cardboard box. In a dark closet. All the contents are thrown in. Meant to be forgotten, untouched. But a year from now, when you move out and go away to college, you will find me. The person  left, unloved, untouched, forgotten. But I know- I am not the only one you will find in there.