I packed it all away.
Every note, trinket, labour of love.
I had to got through it all
first.
Told myself it was more closure.
Closure.
Closure.
Closure.
I’ve had a year to close around,
no, away from
you.
I packed it all away.
Your handwriting is even harder to read through
water
water
drowning
water.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
I packed it all away.
Every note, trinket, labour of love.
I had to got through it all
first.
Told myself it was more closure.
Closure.
Closure.
Closure.
I’ve had a year to close around,
no, away from
you.
I packed it all away.
Your handwriting is even harder to read through
water
water
drowning
water.
