All my stuffs in boxes
Waiting for the pick up truck to come
And take it to a boat
On a sea
to a different continent.

Your picture is in a special box
Labelled "Fragile"
Like your soul.

Your clothes are in another box
Labelled "personal"
Because you never did like
People going through your things.

I remember grieving
For the loss of our love
Because you never could give
Me the key to the box
In which you kept your heart.