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
Copyright © Sarah Comstock | Year Posted 2010
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