Pictures

My house, Is covered with their faces. All smiling, Full of life and light. But all of them are gone. Stolen from me. Their eyes, always follow. Begging to be seen. Most days I ignore them. Pretending they aren't there. I see a soul in those paper eyes. And they unlock my chest of memories. All it takes, is one look and I'm gone. Remembering what it was like to sit side by side, Fishing with our left handed poles. Playing laser tag in our back yard. Or driving around in your car. Pondering life, and what the future may hold. Never did I think I would be left with only pictures.