They are saved in a box Hidden from view They come out now and again when I am feeling blue Your letters from long ago and photographs of old each has a memory and a story to be told
Promise of something Hopes for everything Goals to accomplish Maybe a wedding ring But our love was too weak and you began to stray Influenced by an enmity I knew you wouldn’t stay
Jealousy and loathing Slowly everything was destroyed Disharmony and resentment The end we could no longer avoid The letters and photos Just mementos of a time gone by Forgotten and ignored They no longer gratify
Ahhh, yes, but we still keep them in spite of it all???”
I did purge a few years ago, but you’re right, there are some I just can’t let go.