Will I

I open the door and toss in more stuff that no longer fits just when the dust had started to settle I sneeze from what it lifts I held on too long to way too much I thought it might be needed most of the cuts and those deep bruises look like they may start healing I close the door and turn the lock I say it's time to forget on the floor staring up at me is your smiling photograph one last time I look at it before I can think twice a single tear slips down my cheek the saline burning my eyes will I ever be strong enough? will this heartache cease? will what you left ever go away? it keeps getting the best of me