On top of my closet so high. My! What you hold within you , I wish the distance to reach you was just the height of the shelf.
You hold pain, but your empty pages resound with hope that something wonderful can be written in them.
Maybe one day I'll grab a ladder , get on my tip toes to reach you or simply reach to grab you-knowing you can't hurt me anymore.
For now, as you were a gift to me, I will be a gift to you and let us be a part.
Healthy distance from pain until I forget.