All right.
Your pictures are officially deleted
From my camera and my Facebook.
The prints are out of their frames
Your ticket stubs are out of my box
(Until I can look at them with fond memories
Instead of sadness.)
And the sweet things you've given me are in a drawer.

All of you, hidden away.
Just like who you are was hidden away.
I'm still not sure if I ever really knew you.

I'm just glad I'm finally feeling it.
I've not had one sorrow, one lament
But you can't live without that, I guess.
So, now's the time.

Here's to the past.