I look at your picture and smile,
Your eyes so bright and new,
Your smile so full of hope.

My mind, it drifts ahead.
The future shows the same picture,
But oh how it’s changed.
An old, battered image of you is what’s left,
Creases across your once loving eyes,
Where I folded the paper on which you lay.
Your feet worn away by the ware and tare,
Of the many nights I’ve searched in the dark,
To find this old picture of you.
Yet your face I don’t see anymore.

I see but a face, worn away by the intensity of pain.
Hurting so much, that your spirit had died,
Longing to leave was your soul from your body.
And now I see,
It’s time to move on,
You left all those years ago,
I can’t search for you any more,
For if I even gave it one last try,
This picture would be gone for eternity,
And you would be lost in my shrinking soul.

I lie down and stop, rest for the first time, since you left.
I pick up your picture and smile.
Although you’re not coming back,
I now know, you had to go,
But you left me the most precious thing of all,
You left me your heart,
Which on this small rag of paper,
Remains as full, loving and caring,
As the day it was made.

 
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