Bad Burn

Some days I just need to see your face. Some days this faded photo is my only saving grace. Sometimes I just need to see your smile. Sometimes I just need to hold you for a while. Sometimes I take out this old picture of me and you. Because I need to remember the good times, no matter how few. And these four walls only remind me, That I have still yet, to put you behind me. I know that all these tears won’t bring you back to me. But I wish you were here to see this misery. Your memory is the ghost who comes to haunt me. Echoes of you voice linger, just to taunt me. I wake at night hearing footsteps in the hall. I lie awake and wonder if you miss me at all. And the bed where I made love to you, Now is just the place you decided we were through. I can’t find the place where we went made a wrong turn. Now I am left with the scar of a bad burn. Sarah Comstock 10-3-09