The last box was packed
How many there were, I'd lost track
A man's possesions from his life
No longer would he live a husband an wife.
To set out on a different course.
Waiting for papers to be signed in the divorce.
I couldn't help but feel his pain.
I tried to say a kind word but, I refrained.
Nothing I could have said would have eased his mind.
About a lost love he was leaving behind.
We leave behind a love that is torn and tattered.
A life we once thought that, really mattered.
I think back to how I felt when, it was me.
No longer married about to be free.
His friends and I were all thru unloading that day.
We'd sat down to cool off, before we went on our separate ways.
I couldn't help but having an emptiness in me when we left his apartment.
The things he left behind, his wife said, would be packed and sent.
I'd once read, better to have loved and lost then, never to have loved at all
Been a long time without love, it's kind of hard to recall>
Chris
