I’ll place them in a box
Made of ancient oak
Wood so old its black
I’ll seal it with wax
Wrap it in black cloth
And bind it with gold and silver wire
I’ll burn the seals in to it
I’ll place it on the highest self
Towards the front
Were I can gaze at it
But I'll never open it again
It stay there, untouched, collecting dust
Seen but not touched
Every good memory
Every sad moment
Every emotion
Every feeling
Locked away
Deep inside
So goodbye
May you never open
But I'll keep you here
Just remembering