I saw your picture today. You're sitting in front of a book case, your face not smiling.
I looked at it for so long,felt myself breaking inside. When i finally looked away, i wanted to cry.
I saw your face in my mind,after the camera clicked,and the light flashed.
Smiling,beautiful,happy. I heard your laughter, heard you perfectly. whats sad i i never saw that smile,never heard that laughter.
I didn't take the picture.
I went to your house last night,to drop off your things.I walked up the stairs and into your room. Placed the box on your bed,and felt myself sliding.
I remembered the last time i slept in that bed,alone in the dark,and crying.
Whats sad is you were right there,next to the bed.
I walked down stairs and into the kitchen, to get the cat and put him back outside,and i felt myself slipping. I remembered the last words you spoke to me in that kitchen, the expression on your face, the pain i felt.
Whats sad is the last time we were together,we fought over something neither of is willing to talk about.
I walked to the door,and placed my hand on the handle,heard myself break,i remembered the last words you spoke to me,heard the sadness and the sorrow in your voice.
Whats sad is when i walked away,you didn't try to fix what was wrong,didn't try to understand why i walked out.
I caught myself before i fell and walked out the door,no tears in my eyes,the hole in my chest opening a little more.
