New poem
I took your picture down today,
Blew the dust off,
Gazed into your smiling face.
Did you know, you were my first friend.
You were the first person who told me
that I shouldn’t care what others thought
because the only one that mattered
was myself.
I put you back on my shelf and look around
at these photos I hold in my heart of hearts;
every one of them is a person who touched me.
Some are grainy and old,
some covered in the accumulated dust
of heartaches and heartbreaks
and years of lost contact.
Some are shiny and new,
in bright, clean picture frames,
with names emblazoned across the top.
Some are large, some small;
they’ve all been there for me,
shared their lives with me,
given me hope, taught me a lesson,
Broken me and made me whole again.
These pictures I carry in my heart are of you,
and You. Everyone who I’ve ever loved,
laughed with,
played with,
yelled at.
I close my eyes and smile as I add my new pictures
to the shelves in my heart.
Soon I’ll need more space
for all the people in my life.
WIP. May be altered in the future, but I'm sort of liking it right now. Comments?