by Westley Nash
I'm trying to face the fact that I can't put this off any longer.
It's time to accept the truth, that you're gone...
I'm convincing myself it's for the best, that I'm just putting your things away for safety.
Discarding only that which you'll no longer need.
But every single item I touch holds a memory of when we were together;
you in that chair drinking from this same cup!
And so the boxes still rest empty as I sit alone surrounded by your life.
Because I just feel like I'm throwing you away...