#4

Looking through my friends black box, without her.
Going through the images of her face
And the memories that she stored away
Under her bed, so as not to be seen.

She has put these pictures behind her but
She cannot let go of them in the fear
Of losing herself to an unknown life.
A new life without those old memories
That make her toss and turn when she's asleep.

The thoughts that cause her pain to think about.
She hides everything with a smile, wishing
The memories would fade, she knows it is
Impossible, for they always return.