Sadly those words came too late, and all because I feared you as if you were death itself. I was a fool to let fear shield my love from her. She grew tired of waiting to hear them from me and found someone else to say it. So I’m left with…
The Soul Reminder
A photo on the wall…
It has two meanings to me.
It brings pleasure to look at,
But it’s mutilation to my soul.
It is put on the wall to torture me.
To remind me what was once my gain,
But now my loss.
It hurts me.
But it is a pain I can’t live without.
Day in and day out I wonder,
Will it be found?
I stare blankly at the photo.
It has been so long,
It’s mocking is beginning to sound as sweet as her voice,
But only because I have lied to myself.
I’ve lost her.
What questionable fate has given me life?
It has no meaning to me now.
But yet the meaning stares back at me…
From the photo on the wall.