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Out Of Sight

I started with the easier things first
The things that would make it the easiest
For me to remove all of them from my sight
So their images and existence
Wouldn't continue to kick me in the gut
Like has been done again in a very thorough way
Video games, CDs, DVDs
They were the first to go into a box
Get them out of my sight so as not to be forced
To remember the happy times spent together
And that at one time there was fun to be had
Oh, I can't forget the memory cards, the controls, the camera

The many souvenirs went in next -- and they were one of the hardest to do
Cars of all sizes, makes and models
Those have to go because when I see them
All I see is you giving them to me
Pulling at lanyards, credentials and images
Anything you got me or we got together from the Track
Well, all those just had to come down off my wall
Because right now seeing all of them
Just makes me get upset that much more
I put the matching Panoz Racing dolls into the box, too
Because they symbolize something that no longer exists
Does that say Nascar?
Yeah, into the box it goes

Next comes all of the t-shirts and jackets
Goddess, what do I do with all of them?
In the end, I decided to hang them in the back of my closet
The very back behind a garment bag where I can't see them
If I can't see them, I won't remember how I felt with each view
I won't remember what each of them meant at the time
First ALMS shirt, "Afterglow" t-shirt, all of the rest
Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Then comes the stuffed animals
The bears, the cats, the rest
The plastic tub should be big enough
To hold them, plus all of the photos and cards
And the books of poetry I once wrote for only you
Those all go in to be shut away from my sight
It seems pretty damn fitting, at least to me.
All of the jewelery, the necklaces
The matching rings that had promises attached in a way
The necklace that was for yesterday, today and a promise for tomorrow
Pendants, stones, the first necklace from you I ever wore
All of those go into a wooden box and locked away
Out of my sight where it can't hurt me to see.

The hardest one to pack away was the final item
The little white iBook I loved so much
Because even that has memories and ties
So it went into its own box on the top shelf of my closest

Everything that reminds me of you
Just has to go out of my sight.


~Muse
March 5, 2009

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