My life in a box

Packing, and casting away
the treasures collected over a life time,
Some pieces that held smiles,
and some that were shadowed with hurt...
all of me placed into boxes.
There was a part of me in every piece,
a history of my life you could see
in what I once desired, and what I wanted to keep.
Some bound for a landfill, some for a yard sale,
some too precious to let go.
Losing memories, letting go of times past;
wishing some of what I had to let go would still be with me,
but having no choice but to put them aside.
I will never pass these memories again,
they will be forever gone.