Picture without a name

There is a picture without a face

on my beside table, looking at me

And the name, I can't quite place

But I know they're important (probably)

I see the figure gaze from glass

a shadow in my lonely mind

'Who are you, friend?' my thoughts ask

but no answers can I find

I touch the picture with my hand

in hopes to regain the memory

but I withdraw, for I'll be damned,

I can't find the answer inside of me

Do I take down the picture and hide it away

in hopes I'll remember him some time?

For now I'll stare at that face, he's here to stay

Until I remember this heart of mine.

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