YOUR PHOTOGRAPH

I stopped accepting every invitation Because the evenings felt so long Your photograph became my destination While every quiet room felt wrong One Sunday, someone asked me out We walked beneath the evening sky I smiled, concealing every single doubt She waved goodbye; I wondered why I still remember what you wore I told you how I felt that night Then watched you leave me evermore Until you vanished from my sight I cannot make another heart believe That I am ready to begin Some wounds are harder to leave When losing someone lives within.