I carried you with me a while ago, knowing that I was simply going to bury you somewhere. Until I was ready to let go. Until I was ready to accept that it is impossible to go back - and that it wasn't my fault. There wasn't a thing I could do about it.

And time has come today to throw you away, and it's kinda sad, 'cuz I could use a pic or a card - but that's life.

And none of you ever left ashes to be reborn from.