When I look at the pictures that I used to take
Of us sitting together,
saw your beaming face.
The beautiful poses that you used to do
Oh how I wish I could come back to you
Why do I tear up when memories are no more
The feelings worked over
You walked out the door
I no longer exist to you
Maybe its better
That you never see the poem
Enclosed in this letter.
I poem I wrote during a breakup, some of my better work with rhyme specifically.