High On My Shelf
Your picture sits high on a shelf
out of daily sight
out of daily thoughts
every now and then
I pass it and look up
I stop to think,
of times long ago
back when things were alright
and you were my world.
It seems as though daily life
has gotten in the way
everything just becomes a blur.
Maybe I try to hard to make something out of nothing
maybe that’s why you are high on this shelf
or maybe just maybe I put it up so high
to know I can never reach it
pull it down,
and try and clean it
clean up the past and right the future
for maybe just maybe
I like you high on this shelf
Copyright © Rebecca Travis | Year Posted 2008
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