Pictures of You

[filthy_one]

the slamming of the door was deafening
almost too loud to hear
the words you said too much to take in
but the smoke from your cigarette
still lingers in this room
your lipstick is still smeared on my collar
your picture still on my wall
I cannot forget you
I cant't quit you
living without you
is something I'm not used to
I wish I had you back
and make things like they were in the past
the walks we had and the times we shared
all so distant now
faded into a horizon
too black to see
too broad to grasp