The room was huge

and it belittled me as I stood

staring at all my memories,

The memories I made,

Yet here I was leaving them behind;

abandoned.

There was a time,

a place,

a person who was me,

That these precious little moments

belonged to a long,

long,

long time ago.

But now,

That person isn’t me.

These memories of some person,

who now I feel was so great before,

dwarf me in the doorway,

and I feel so incredibly small

Compared to those memories,

and that person,

and those times;

I am forced to shut the door behind me,

locking away

all that I was

with those memories

Once so dear to me,

But now so torturous.

I abandon them.

I lock them away.

I abandon myself.

I lock away myself.

And all that is left behind the door that I closed

is crippling regret

that the person I once was

Is gone.