Picture

From the corner of my eye I saw you drop it, pick it up, look at it and put it back.

I saw you smile, I saw you bite your bottom lip, and I saw you see it.

I saw you see me, and you in the picture then I heard your voice crack

As you said you were okay, really fine, just needing to sit

Remembering the past, what once was, and what is not

Anymore. Ever again. Once in a lifetime. But have you forgot?

                

Things are easily disregarded, and I was a thing once too.

Do you not remember the way I looked when I cried?

That dark December night, when I looked back to you,

And heard you say that you’d really really tried.

But now you were too tired, just too tired,

You couldn’t pretend anymore that I was what you desired.

 

Then you looked at her, and she was not me,

But I knew it wouldn’t last even then, I could see.

You were greedy, and desperate for anything you

Didn’t have. You wanted something, someone new.

And that will remain, some things don’t change.

You tried to come back, but I said no, how strange.

 

Because you dropped us, you bent down too late

To pick us up. To look at us. But maybe that’s fate?

The nature of things is that they change, and change they did.

For me anyway, but you’re still stuck in the past,

Reminiscing about two years ago, while I am here in the present,

No longer seeing you drop anything relating to us.

Reviews

[Yehman84]

I enjoyed reading this; it possesses a melody! It links very nicely from start to finish; therefore creating the 'picture' as it goes! Very emotive and very nice indeed!

[Molly K]

I'm glad you like it! Thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the strong statements.
"Because you dropped us, you bent down too late
To pick us up. To look at us. But maybe that’s fate?
The nature of things is that they change, and change they did."
The above lines left me with something to think about. A strong ending to a excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Molly K]

Thank you so much, I'm glad my work can make you think

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I liked this poem.

[Andrew M Parker]

I... wow. I do, I adore your work. Absolutely in love with it. Lots of heartbreak, or maybe it's the same heartbreak that keeps coming back, or has never left. I feel it, I understand it.

[Molly K]

Thank you, that means a lot! I'm glad it makes you feel something

[Andrew M Parker]

You're so welcome! :)) Anytime