My true possession. Memories

Dwell not on the promises of the future,
but the gifts of the past.

going thru my drawers, sorting out the memories,
trying to keep the last 8 years of us in a box,
hoping to seal the lid and leave the past behind,
and to lock it in the darkest end of the room.

Nevertheless, tears flowed openly with every reminisces of the past,
love letters she wrote, that once meant so much and now so little,
photos we took, once so much, now so little,
gifts of love, once so much, now so little,
places we visited, once so much, now so little,
restaurants we patronised, once so much, now so little
good o me, once so much and now so little.

and yet, i could still say with absolute sureness,
that there was never a moment of regretfulness in me,
as was in the past and the present.
With fate and destiny standing on the other side of town,
it was no one's fault nor wishes to have us ended this way,
to forsake that beautifully painted picture of the future,
or that meticulously sculpted vision of our lives,
till death do us part, till the end of time
and to the far end of the world we shall be, heart to heart
it was not to be the fault of me, her nor us,
but that we were simply not to be,

memories...with all that fate and destiny could snatch from my very hands,
it was my one true possession...