today i took your picture

out of my wallet,

laid it in a drawer

holding less care

with each falling sunset.

why i left it encased,

sealed with love for so long,

i'm still not sure.

it fled ages ago.

what was i holding on to?

i fell in love

with a memory, an idea.

but dreams die to dirt,

collide with certainty

that it was never there.

it faded with the Sunset.

and i just saw this today.

so i did the only thing i could.

i took your picture

out of my heart.