Empty frame on my bedside table
Tells the tale an unfortunate fable
I pray for the day that a picture is shown
But not another photo of me on my own
And I groan at the sight of this empty frame
Taunting and haunting and causing me shame
I long for a click and a flash of a light
A picture printed that shows some delight
And I fight and I battle but to no avail
Though cold and so old my hearts growing stale
In my dreams there's a picture that's perfect to see
For it shows a loved couple one her and one me
And they're free to enjoy the beauty of living
Hearts fleeting and beating for the love they are giving
That moment they shared is visible forever
For within that photo they can never sever
'Empty Frame' Copyright © 2010 Matthew Densley
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