• A scrapbook lay on the floor.
    A letter on the bed.
    I lay on the couch awaiting your stare.
    But to my surprise, you never come.
    You never return.
    Now all I have left are the scraps of your presence.
    For some it's no enough, for me it's just right.
    With a sigh I stand tall, holding back tears.
    With a sob I lay down, holding our picture.
    And with a forgiving smile, i call.


    And though you won't answer.
    And though you don't talk.
    I know I'll always hold a place in your heart.