The picture album
I never look at anymore.
Too much pain,
Not enough joy.
The memories that lie inside
Waiting to be remembered,
Pondered, relived,
And never quite laid to rest.
The tears and sorrows,
The complete happiness,
The lost and loss
Of the only one
Who meant more than life to me.
A period of time
I can never forget
And don't want to remember.
There's only one epitath:
I had it all!
