When Her Picture Fell

Her picture fell behind the stage where life and memories pretended a grave An open casket as I saw her eyes for long ago I bitterly cried Under the lamp, the pictures sun near the clock that mornings rung by the things I use everyday and things rarely touched but there they stayed The table where I made her stage an open casket her only grave Less than ashes yet more than death into my heart to the deepest depth Her picture fell behind the stage and gone it was for many days Forgotten, her presence out of sight out of mind gone she was an uncertian time Latter it was when what was lost was found And what was missing was the missing it didn't make a sound The loss was lost after all of this time I buried her picture with belongings of mine The love that I give her will never run out but time had come to close the spout I know of her I'll never write again but for old time sake I'll speek her name April my April I miss you still and always