Break open this endless void,

Fill my unsatisfied empty heart.

Distraught eyes gaze longingly

Upon a crumpled photograph,

Dangling from a rusic nail,

Falling off the otherwise bare wall.

Like the dust that splintered,

From the growing hole there,

the nostalgia leaks out of me,

and forms an excess of memories,

Buried under melodies of what we forgot.

Frozen kisses left my lips,

Yearning for more of the dream,

That I'd long since fallen in love with,

and watched the retreating back

Followed by my hopes and well wishes

For Your new life without me.

Smooth on the outside, but gilded,

That photograph and all it stood for,

Still hanging on my wall,

Like my wants and fears,

Lingering, what you thought was through,

Your ghost, my love, the curtains fall,

And I pretend it wasn't driving me insane,

While I watch the broken frame,

Crash, Shatter into a million bloody shards,

Beneath my anger, and left on the floor,

Waiting to see, if you'll piece it back together,

Eventually.