Brown FedEx boxes,
Sealed with tape.
Rooms so bare to death,
And chipping paint.
Backyard without flare
And a note saying:
I'll miss you.
Love you always.
Months later, no visits,
Maybe found a better life.
Went on adventures;
No phone calls,
No letters.
Everything that once was,
Is now gone.
But, one thing stands
Memories.
Wonderful, bright memories.
Memories that light up the night
Like firecrackers.
Memories that are too special to change.
Memories are everything.
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Poems for the People
PoetryA collection of my poems with deep meaning and truthfulness.
