I put you in a box one day,

Packed you up and walked away.

As I walked further, you quietly trailed behind me.

Days turned to weeks, months into years

And yet you stayed.

I put you in a box,

Told you to forget,

Told you to walk away,

Told you to go get happy.

Yet, you stayed.

You stayed and I grew cold-hearted.

Suffocating inside that box,

I walked around, while you played in the shadows,

And it became the new normal.

Days turned to weeks, months into years,

Quietly trailing behind me,

Until one day I looked up and there you sat,

Untouched on a shelf, collecting dust, because

I forgot,

I put you inside a box.

- George