I was packing my room just now, clearing all those rubbish & I found a pretty silver box and I remembered it was from you.
Not knowing what to do, and before I could even do anything, my hands were preparing to open it.

I knew what to expect because I have not touched it since I received it. Everything inside remained the same.
The note, and those little things that used to make me smile.

Reading the note, and I realized how much you have changed. The innocence you had, took a complete turn.
So what if the box was the same, you have already changed.

I stare at the trash bag, and look at the box. I had to make a decision.
& I decided, I kept the box, the final memory between you and I, all locked in that pretty silver box.