You can have your memories.
I'll put them in a shoebox for your disposal.
Keep them with you,
and do as you please with them
because I am no longer able to hold them with me.
You can take all of our pictures.
I can't bare to see us binded together
and no scissor or blade is strong enough
to cut us apart.
Keep your roses and your sympathetic looks.
I am not sorry and you need not be.
I'm stronger than you give me credit for,
I promise you that.
I no longer need your shoebox of memories,
I no longer need your heart.
Years from now,
when you think of me,
remember that I gave up your memories
long, long ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem