My heart turns to dust
All he left me was a picture
I can feel it when he's near
Shadows of his ghost
reflect on the wall
I turn around and he's
already lost in the crevices  of the paint
Tears roll down my face
For I've been left in this horrid place
He roams free above the skies
and the white fluffy clouds
I ask "please take me for a ride"
For all you've left me
was a picture and your pride.
© 2004 Christina Jackson