Stacking boxes
Like a fort
To protect my heart again
If I pack up and go
There’s a chance this will feel
Like something I chose
Instead of my worst nightmare
Stacking boxes
High enough
To hide my tears
And barricade the sobs
That rise in my scratchy dry throat
Oh how I want to scream
That this isn’t the end
And everything will be ok
Somehow, someday
And we can start stacking boxes
With memories and love
Instead of pain.
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