#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
All memories of him are soon to be forgotten.
I threw out our old pictures,
Of times when we appear to be,
To be so happy, too happy if you ask me.
Living in our past only crippled me much more,
Throw out all the memories,
Get some closure,
Shut that door!
© JoBethanie