I burned our old photographs

and it fell down like dried leaves

in the autumn.


The classic gallery of our love

that was once fascinating

became a graceless one.


The once pristine walls

and spotless corners

are now filthy and dark.


The perfectly carved frames

and perfect shots

became dull and lifeless.


You left me, knowing that

I won’t survive alone

inside these dirty walls.


Picture me in your mind

and you’ll see the saddest photo

there will ever be.



Her mind creates words like wilted flowers and whenever her spring is coming, these words bloom into a magical garden that calms tired minds and broken hearts.