I shoved you in my glove compartment
Along with all our memories

I didn’t want to give them up
I didn’t want that chapter to end,
So I kept them buried in there
An emotional hoarder’s time capsule
“maybe she’ll come back”
“maybe it’s a dream”

Years had pasted since then
I never cleaned it out,
I never looked at it directly
I ignored it
I hated it
I loved it,
My anchor to the past
My frozen memories

One day not long ago
I looked inside that box

The love notes
The pictures,
They meant nothing to me.
The memory of the memory
Of the ceremony of creating that shrine
Meant more to me than the memories of you

I set fire to all of it
And I didn’t feel a thing
Now I’m free to set sail
To wherever my heart can sing.