Yeah, I've moved around
for a whole while. Lost
a lot of myself, lost sight
of the goal, wasn't quite
sure what the goal could
even be about. "Something
this excruciating can't
be worth the pain", I thought.

And most of it wasn't, but
some of it meant everything,
sometimes longer and
sometimes just for
a pretty little while.
Wonderful people gave me
wonderful mementos. I
keep all of them, even
if the memory hurts.

And yeah, I lost a lot of furniture
and I lost a lot of instruments
and I lost a lot of friends
but I've never lost a gift.
Everybody's still out there
one way or the other and
they were kind enough to share
some part of themselves
with me. I'm thankful.

They're proof that we live and
they're proof that we love.
Even if some don't anymore and
even if we don't anymore.

I've let go of all of it.
But not of the presents
and not of the memories.
Thank you.