Whispers of a breeze,
blow through my hair...

Thinking of how much my life has changed,
and how everything's been rearranged...

You are my,
one true love...

Faded scarlet and red splatters,
scattered puddles on the floor...

We pass in the hallway,
not a word nor a smile...

I can smell the sweet scent,
of the shampoo in her hair...

I look at the paper,
nothing is written and the lines are bare...

"You Just Can't Hug a Photograph"
[Intro...

Whisper softly,
as we snuggle close...

A haunting past,
sends chills down my spine...