A picture is worth a thousand words
but which words are meant to be heard?
you remember the time and place
details blur and fade
you watch her from a distance
rain falls and you're afraid to speak
in the rain she loves to walk and dance
all the colors of her life
turn to gray
as she stares at her broken frame
wishing to go back to that place
where rain hung in the air
she laughed and sang without a care
and now nothings there
the roses you gave her
dead in a vase still on the shelf
the key in her pocket
and your name in her locket...
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