As I packed my bags, Suitcases filled with cloths And my modest belongings My precious plants, framed pictures, and old souvenirs All neatly boxed, wrapped and ready to be shipped Tired, I sit on my couch Thirstily I raise a bottle of water and gulp My eyes flutter - could it be a sign? I laid on my bed, closed my eyes, And then slowly raised my eyelids On the corner, next to the closet I saw a white plastic bag Neglected, wearied, dusty and torn I stared at it for a moment Heartbeat loud, paced faster As if it is you in front of me Stupid me! Slowly to the corner, I picked - opened You smile from the top of the piles You have not changed How can you? This was a mere picture It does not change Unlike you... And me... Then there was this other one, between friends How that camera caught us stealing those glance And remember the one in which you cried? I kept on teasing you until you dried. Those letters with few words Inks faded, hardly readable But amazingly, it's engraved, In my soul How is it possible? I do not even love you anymore.