n every Room of our time together there is a box, <br />Of memories we shared, <br />Now is the time to pack away, <br />With Sadness and with Care. <br />The first is a simple smile, <br />When ever I thought of you, <br />Neatly folded into four, <br />It’s the best that I could do. <br />Next are all the memories, <br />Of the times when we were two, <br />Wrapped with love one by one, <br />Sealed with tears as glue. <br />And then there are the butterflies, <br />I had when you were near, <br />Now in a cage of sadness, <br />And locked up with a tear. <br />Next are the times we kissed, <br />Each one wrapped with a sigh, <br />Placed next to a rolled up list, <br />Of all the times I've asked my self why. <br />Now to pack are the pieces of my heart, <br />Gathered in a pile, <br />Each one wrapped up tenderly, <br />And placed next to a distant smile. <br />Finally all the shattered wishes, <br />Placed in softly so no more can break, <br />Covering them over trying not to cry, <br />So they would not all ache. <br />Lastly walking round each room, <br />Closing each and every curtain, <br />Shutting each and every door, <br />Leaving behind each and ever pain. <br />Gathering up the memories we shared, <br />Making sure I've got them all, <br />Packing them softly because I cared, <br />Leaving them in the boxes in the hall.<br /><br />Ayesha Shamaim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/room-of-our-time/
