Who is fooling who?
Your pictures are gone from my desk,
but the empty space where they belong,
screams out your name to me,
throughout my
each minute
of each day.
Pictures hidden from view,
tucked away, in my empty,
hollow house,
echoing your presence,
so terribly missed.
The pictures of you,
in my mind,
they are there
to stay.
I could never chase
them away,
and don't really
want to,
but what choice
do you leave,
if your heart
can't be true.
Yes, my pictures of you
are gone from my desk,
but not from my mind,
not from my heart,
not
from
my
soul.
