No Need

7 rooms side by side,
each holding a particular memory,
from many years ago.

Its been a long time since I last walked down this hallway,
the feeling used to be safe and comfortable,
this feeling comes back briefly,
but reality comes crashing back.

When I walk,
I have no desire to enter the rooms,
with a certain feeling or memory engraved on the door,
these rooms hold nothing for me.

At the end of the corridor,
lies a photo album that has been lost for 8 years now,
holding the only memories I need from 11 years of life,
the ones spent with 4 not 3.

Waves of feeling come crashing down,
upon opening the photo albums cover,
confusing every emotion,
this hallway or corridor was just a way of letting me know,
I don't need you anymore.