Boxed memories....

Stray papers strewn on the floor
Stale smoke fills the air,
Dim lights throw shadows
from underneath the door,
the locked door, she stares at.

Its over she knows,
Over since a long time.
She wanted to cry
He remained imperturbed.

Her boxes had been packed
Packed with her stuff,
with her memories of him and
of her with him, the love that they
had. Of inumerous kisses& hugs
aplenty.

They were all packed now.
Stuffed in the boxes to be
a thing of her past.

Some heavy, some light
She dint fit there anymore.
The silence was unbearable
She knew she had to leave now...
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