Packing my belongings, memories scattered on the floor. An old address book full of friends I need to call. It`s not too late. Don’t Hesitate A shoebox full of memories and old photographs, letters from old lovers and postcards from my Dad, pictures of my Graduation, memories that seem so long ago. i can’t help but keep falling in. I can’t forget that phone call. I still hear the pain in your voice. Your tears flowed straight into me. And even though I heard the words I could not understand. And I still can’t believe it. He is gone. Now it`s too late.