Something Old - Something New

“Thank you for everything.”

With these four words it was over.

The door shut behind me.

Another box of memories closed and sealed.

The key safely kept in a pocket near my heart.

One last look. Then I stepped away.

A dream. A beautiful dream. While it lasted.

But at some point we all have to wake up.

The warmth will linger for another moment.

But it fades eventually.

Time to move on.

Maybe not right away.

Not yet.

But that’s okay.

These things don’t just go away.

I wouldn’t want them to.

Yet I have hope for another day.

Morning will come.