It's time to pack my bags

It's time to pack my bags
This house, is no place to stay anymore; its walls are cracked from your memory, and its ceiling is caving in under the weight of words never spoken
I have to leave, before this old wound swallows all of me..

I've brought a sprig of flowers
not for you, but for what once lived between us and lives no more
The color I've tied to it is the blue of a sky we never reached; that same blue of half-finished dreams..
I'll lay it on the empty floor of this room;
where laughter once lived and now only silence remains..
And then, without turning back, without one last glance over my shoulder,
I'll close the door, and go..