Haiku about closure

It was easier
Than I think it should have been
Handing you your things

Our History
Summed up in a yellow bag
T-shirts, shoes and books.

Those things held on to
Nothing is ever ours
Fashions change yearly

Books lay silently
Pages filled with pressed flowers
From first dates, kisses

But where is the man
Who knew better than to love
That which is fleeting?

An observation;
Everything comes apart
Again and again

Its constant repair
Pushing the boulder up hill;
God can move mountains

But we are only ants
Trying to do the right thing
One stone at a time

And I don’t blame you;
collecting your artifacts
and closing the door

and though its subjective
I can read you like a book
From first dates, kisses

And there in your head
Is the quality I miss
A beautiful mind

Bittersweet at best
Simpler than it should have been
Forgive and repair