Tucked away in a box,
the years had passed on by,
was a stack of memories
a copy of just one side.
I put them through the shredder
and only than did I realize,
that I was doing the talking
and no one was by myside.
I felt a loss from deep inside,
for I kept a lost connection
that toyed with my mind
as the years had passed on by.
There wasn't joy or sorrow
no emotion did I feel
but the need to document
what within me was instilled.
