Pictures on the wall are missing only you
I wish I could see you in my mind too
But you are gone now forever it seems
I can’t imagine you anymore in my dreams
Time only will tell what we had
Secrets we shared made me so glad
A moment in each other’s memories and heart
Little did I know we soon were to part
Albums on the shelf, no pictures of you
You have taken a part of my soul too
Heaven knows dear, my angel, my song
I sometimes ponder where we went wrong
I once hung my hopes only on you
Thinking of all we could possibly do
But you had to go following a road
That didn’t include me, so I was told
If you came back today or tomorrow
I would only say I had to follow
My heart like you once said before
Now I can see that we are no more
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If you came back today or tomorrow...... Ha..the uncertainty of existence howls. If.....so long the procession of ifs we daily carry with our shoulders....if! ! Pictures are more genuine than our existing dilemma. At least we can have the touch of it. But when a man stands very close to me but can't touch him, then! Much more uncertain that having. Once a legend director told... celluloid is more valuable than life.....Now can realise the moment celluloid catches, never returns on earth, no treasure can hold it again..... Poet, very consciously I try here to pass by the flow of sadness you have pictured through your writing. Well written. Put 10 out of ten. Regards, pranab