I'm dreading.
To pack everything,
from the place we used to call ours.
The empty boxes are staring back at me.
I can't bring myself to fill them.
I'm scanning the apartment that used to be ours..
I'm seeing our history repeating itself.
I somehow see your shadow from the kitchen,
and mine from the living room.
I hear your laughter when you mess up cooking..
And suddenly you're everywhere, and I'm paralyzed.
I can't move you into boxes, and I can't leave you.
Yet I need to leave you within this walls..
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
I'm dreading.
To pack everything,
from the place we used to call ours.
The empty boxes are staring back at me.
I can't bring myself to fill them.
I'm scanning the apartment that used to be ours..
I'm seeing our history repeating itself.
I somehow see your shadow from the kitchen,
and mine from the living room.
I hear your laughter when you mess up cooking..
And suddenly you're everywhere, and I'm paralyzed.
I can't move you into boxes, and I can't leave you.
Yet I need to leave you within this walls..
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