Boxes

Ok, so things have failed.

I’m now all on my own.

Turns out she didn’t know how to love,

the cracks had finally grown.

So now I’m sorting through boxes,

the ones which hold my life.

Things wrapped and packed in lonely tears

sharp pain, heartache and strife.

What to throw and what to keep,

none of it means a thing.

So I guess it’s all just going to go

the same way as the ring.

Memories and hurt all packed in a box,

all wrapped in lonely tears

are all being flung right out the door,

once treasures of all those years.

But all is good, I am ok

for it’s now my turn to fly.

Like a bird unweighted, fully fledged

across the sunlit sky.

Right out the door and over fields,

riding high up on the breeze.

Wherever the winds of time may push,

I embrace it all with ease.

For I am me, I have not changed,

I am the man I am.

Gentle and soft and heartfelt too

with a tender loving hand.

So where the winds may take me,

I honestly do not mind.

I will scout and look and check about

To see who are the real treasures I can find.