So many half-drawn pictures litter the floor,
testifying to what you've left behind.
Pencil and charcoal tears and eyes,
rejections of a shattered mind.
There are so many things I never told you,
so many promises that you never made.
And here's another poem for you,
another letter with affections displayed.
I need another pad of paper,
I've written too many words for you.
And all these mis-shapen drawings mock me.
Oh darling, how time flew.
