Something has to be said for a photo;

It is a story about yesterday

and everything you have meant to me.

The old cliché is a picture is worth

a thousand words; I guess I believe it.


Because this picture is all I have left

of you. It is smudged, stained and slight-

ly torn. It tells a tale about trouble,

Time and a period when we were fine.


I carry this picture around because

It cancels out all the bad memories

in my head – the constant reminder of

you being dead. What is left to be said?


So much more, I guess – But the silence is

Overwhelming, no one is listening.

The tears keep glistening down my faint face,

A picture cannot a person replace.


Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever.

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