An empty picture frame sits upon my desk <br />Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest <br />But now the frame stands lifeless and bare <br />Now it reminds me of a love that once was there. <br />As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy <br />Gave me the reason to live and to write my story <br />To glance upon and dream of when no one was near <br />To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear. <br />But when she left me I threw her picture away <br />But I kept that frame to remind me of that day <br />In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight <br />As she was my candle but she blew out that light <br />So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view <br />So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do <br />As once upon a time her picture was in the frame <br />But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-picture-frame/
