The simple things that touch me

When left with a picture

Or a memory

That’s all I get

So small to them

Yet such a huge impact on my life

What I should have done

Was burn the pictures

Forgotten the memories

But I couldn’t

They were all I had left

Of what it was like

Not to be alone

In my life

I’m grateful now

Looking back on it all

For the experiences and lessons learned

Throughout it all

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt

From time to time

These were special moments in my life

Important lessons to grow from

The beauty that made her unique

Wasn’t just in her looks

It was the effect she had on my Heart

When I do drift off into the thought of her

I try to imagine

That she’s there when I wake 

In my arms and in Love

As hopelessly lost in me as I am in her

I can’t capture the beauty of a women with lines or curves

Paintings or sketches

Rather I carve out and capture

The shape of her Heart

With my words

That’s what I can do

When she left me

I felt like the last person on earth

I didn’t just admire her

I felt her

In her eyes I could see the future

Can I really rely on beauty for companionship

Any dream of her

Is like fire

Can’t rewind time

Just endlessly consuming my soul

That’s the effect she has on me

And all I can do

Is write about it

-Fin-